"Oh dear," said weeping Baines Carew,

"This is the direst case I know"—

"I'm grieved," said Bagg, "at paining you,

To Cobb and Polterthwaite I'll go.

"To Cobb's cold calculating ear

My gruesome sorrows I'll impart"—

"No; stop," said Baines, "I'll dry my tear

And steel my sympathetic heart!"

"She makes me perch upon a tree,