Classic Poem

II.

The sun was slumbering in the West,
My daily labours past;
On Anna's soft and gentle breast
My head reclined at last; —
The darkness closed around, so dear
To fond congenial souls,
And thus she murmur'd at my ear,
" My love, we're out of coals! "

" That Mister Bond has call'd again,
Insisting on his rent;
And all the Todds are coming up
To see us, out of Kent; —
I quite forgot to tell you John
Has had a tipsy fall; —
I'm sure there's something going on
With that vile Mary Hall! " —

" Miss Bell has bought the sweetest silk,
And I have bought the rest —
Of course, if we go out of town,
Southend will be the best. —
I really think the Jones's house
Would be the thing for us; —
I think I told you Mrs. Pope
Had parted with her nus — — "

" Cook, by the way, came up to-day,
To bid me suit myself —
And what d'ye think? the rats have gnaw'd
The victuals on the shelf. —
And, lord! there's such a letter come,
Inviting you to fight!
Of course you don't intend to go —
God bless you, dear, good night! "