I don’t know what I’ll do,
As your clock says it’s now half-past,
And mine, although it’s somewhat fast,
Says it is half-past, too.
I walked a mile and then walked two,
Not knowing where to go;
Then I came home and ate some fish—
Some shad upon a shallow dish—
And went out for a roe.
RYMBELS are not all of them necessarily humorous. Jocoseria is, of course, frequently met with in them, but in the following tragical and noteworthy rymbel Theodosia Garrison proves that drama, in its most lean, Greek, intense, and pulsing form, may well find a place in them. The tragedy, terrible as it is, is one that might befall any woman of means.