( HE REMONSTRATES. )

There, stop! That'll do—yes, I own it— But, dear, I was young then, you know. I wrote that before we were married; Let's see—why, it's ten years ago! You remember that night, at Drake's party, When you flirted with Dick all the time? I left in a state quite pathetic, And went home to scribble that rhyme.

What a boy I was then with my dreaming, And reading the riddle of life! You gave a good guess at its meaning The night you said "Yes," little wife. One kiss for old times' sake, my Dolly— That didn't seem much like a dream. Holloa! something's wrong with the children! Those young ones do nothing but scream.