And surreptitiously he cursed and swore, and cursed again that night.
A painful shocking thing, that men should stoop to acts like this, for fame or pelf.
Thro' all my friends there's not a man would act so shocking but himself.
His calender grew bright again with fortune's sunlight o'er it cast,
But there must be an end to such, and retribution comes at last.
His aunt returned to town again; he gave her back her cockatoo,
'Twere better he had slain him first; it's what, I think, and so will you.
One day a mortuary note did come—alas! his aunt was dead!
He buried her with decent haste, and then her latest will was read.
But by that testament, he found that he had not been left her purse,