And others follow. Though I'm sure I'm fairly certain as to them, Here is a mystic signature, For who, in wonder's name, was "M."? I danced with her four times! My word, What said her chaperon judicial? "May"? "Mary"? "Muriel"? It's absurd, I cannot construe that initial!
I wonder, vaguely, where we met, And how it was we came to part, And whether I have left her yet A permanently-injured heart; Well, faded programme, you may go, To tear you up at once were better; But yet—I'd greatly like to know The meaning of that mystic letter!
Parliamentary Aspiration.
(By Jeremy Micawber Diddler.)
Of the (£)300, grant but three, I'll make a shape for paid M.P.
A Lecture On Temperance.
"My empty friends, I see you were all drunk last night. This can not occur again!"