Gave something mystic to the scene most fair.
I gave my cousin Dante's divine "Inferno,"
Imploring her to read il primo canto.
"Lo giorno s'andava," she drawled; but, tired of plodding,
Directly fell asleep, and pretty soon—was nodding!!
"Cousin, sweet cousin," cried I out, "awake!
I long for sympathy—compassion on me take:
They say yon stars are worlds—dost think 'tis so?"
"Really, my—dear (a yawn), I—don't exactly know."
"Cousin," said I, "upon a night like this,