Impromptu

ON A LADY WHO HAD PASSED SOME TIME IN PLAYING WITH A VERY YOUNG CHILD .

‘W HY on this least of little Misses
Did Celia waste so many kisses?’
Quoth Love, who stood behind, and smil'd,
‘She kiss'd the father in the child.’
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