The Farewell.

Not going abroad? What, to-morrow, And to stay, goodness knows for how long? Really, Jack,‘ twould appear that dry sorrow Had done even you, sir, a wrong.

It has? Ha, ha, ha! What a joke, sir! Is it Mabel or Jenny or Nell? I'm sure you are wrong,— hold my cloak, sir,— Am I not an old friend? Come now, tell.

You interest me. Tell me about it; And let your old chum, sir, console. Hard hit in the heart. I do n't doubt it; You were made for that sort of a rôle.

Did you bend on your knee, like an actor, Hardly knowing just where to begin? Was dear mamma's consent the main factor? What a fool the poor girl must have been!

Who was she? What!— I?— You were jealous? O, Jack, who'd have thought such a thing? You've been certainly not over-zealous. But kiss me — and where is the ring?