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Yon  grove,  whose chair  so  sweetly cheers
                                 Us  now,  shall  sound  oq  other  cars ;
                                 The joyous  lambs,  as now.  .shall play,
                                 Rut  other eyes  their  sports  survey ;
                                 The stream  we  loved  shrill  roll as fair.
                                 The flowery  sweets,  the  trim  parterre.
                                 Shall  scent,  as  now,  the  ambient  air;
                                 The tree  whose  bending  branches  bear
                                 The  one loved  name— shall  yet be  there—
                                 But where  the  hand  that carved  it ?  Where?


                                         These  were hinted  to  me  as  the  very  ideas
                                 Which passed  through the  mind  of  the  fair  Lady  Jane,
                                 As  she walked  on  the  esplanade  to  and  again,
                                         With  Captain  Mar.:Bride,
                                         Of  course  at  her  side,
                                 Who  could not  look  quite so forlorn— though  he  tried.
                                 An    idea,"  in fact,  had  got  into his  head,
                                 That if  ‘-poor  dear Sir  Thom as”  should  really be  dead,
                                 It might  be no  bad  “ spec”  to be there in  his  stead,
                                 And  by simply  contriving,  in  due time,  to wed
                                         A   lady  who  was young  and  fair,
                                         A   lady  slim  and tall,
                                 To set  himself  down in  comfort  there,
                                         The lord  of  Tap ton  Hall.


                                         Thinks  he.  11 We  have  sent
                                         Half  over Kent,
                                 And  nobody  knows  how  much  money’s  been  spent,
                                 Yet 110  one’s been  found  to  say  which  way  he went 1
                                  Hero’s a fortnight  and  more  has  gone by,  and  we've tried
                                 Every plan  we  could  hit  on—and  had  him  well  cried,
                                         ’ Missing ! \  Stolen or Strayed,
                                         Lost or Mislaid,
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