Someone to stroke my hand and call me "Willie"
In accents soft and low.
If we had met, your gaiety had grieved me;
There had been bitter back-chat to and fro;
And so I stole away ere you perceived me;
Dear, it was better so.
For all Tastes.
"Number of births on the 28th instant 16; number of rats trapped on the 29th instant 273."—The Said Gazette.