This developed all the picture.Finally, he fixed each pictureWith a saturate solutionWhich was made of hyposulphiteWhich, again, was made of soda.(Very difficult the name isFor a metre like the presentBut periphrasis has done it.)
Melancholetta
WITH saddest music all day longShe soothed her secret sorrow:At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrongSuch cheerful words to borrow.Dearest, a sweeter, sadder songI'll sing to thee to-morrow."I thanked her, but I could not sayThat I was glad to hear it:I left the house at break of day,And did not venture near itTill time, I hoped, had worn awayHer grief, for nought could cheer it!My dismal sister! Couldst thou knowThe wretched home thou keepest!Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,Is thankful when thou sleepest;For if I laugh, however low,When thou'rt awake, thou weepest!I took my sister t'other day(Excuse the slang expression)To Sadler's Wells to see the playIn hopes the new impressionMight in her thoughts, from grave to gayEffect some slight digression.I asked three gay young dogs from townTo join us in our folly,Whose mirth, I thought, might serve to drownMy sister's melancholy:The lively Jones, the sportive Brown,And Robinson the jolly.The maid announced the meal in tonesThat I myself had taught her,Meant to allay my sister's moans
