'Twas all of too much trust in the honest young cashier."
He left the strong room open; he left his keys about,
Upon his mantle-shelf, and desk, anon when he went out—
A custom not unnoticed by him, the young cashier,
Who got a stick of wax, and what he did with it is clear.
One night there was a darkness, like crape upon the land,
And such a gust and thunder, a man could hardly stand.
The tempest was so fearsome, that if you spoke in shouts,
'Twould only be a tangle of tipsy words and doubts.
'Twas on that gloomy evening, the honest young cashier,