I jumped into another bush,
And scratched them in again.”
The process was a rough one, and left a scar behind. I never saw the lady but once afterward, and that was at Niblo’s. I confess to a heart-fluttering, Jeremy, and some of that Spanish fierceness for making declarations, which you used to laugh at; but fortune or fate denied me means and opportunity; when the Vaudeville was over she was led off by her party—and I lost her.
“I saw her depart as the crowd hurried on,
Like the moon down the ocean, the graceful was gone!
On my ear her adieu, with its dulcimer swell,
Like the gush of cool waters in melody fell.
“Starry stranger! so dazzlingly distant—unknown—
And observed in thy luminous transit alone;
By what fiat supreme must thy brilliancy quiver