Oh-Papa, all along, knew the secret, 'tis clear—
'Twas a shopman he meant by a "Brandenburgh,"
dear!

The man, whom I fondly had fancied a King,
And, when that too delightful illusion was past,
As a hero had worshipp'd-vile, treacherous thing—
To turn out but a low linen-draper at last!

My head swam around—the wretch smil'd, I believe,
But his smiling, alas, could no longer deceive —

I fell back on BOB

wither

- my whole heart seem'd to

And, pale as a ghost, I was carried back hither!
I only remember that BOB, as I caught him,

With cruel facetiousness said, "Curse the Kiddy! "A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him, "But now I find out he's a Counter one, BIDDY!"

Only think, my dear creature, if this should be

known

To that saucy, satirical thing, Miss MALONE! What a story 't will be at Shandangan for ever! What laughs and what quizzing she'll have with the men! [never It will spread through the country — and never, oh, Can BIDDY be seen at Kilrandy again!

Farewell I shall do something desp'rate, I fearAnd, ah! if my fate ever reaches your ear,

One tear of compassion my DOLL will not grudge To her poor-broken-hearted

young friend,

BIDDY FUDge.

Nota bene

– I am sure you will hear, with delight, That we're going, all three, to see BRUNET to-night. A laugh will revive me and kind Mr. Cox

know him?) has got us the Governor's box.