Those sensational simpers: And I said "This is scrumptious!" – a phrase I had learned from the Devonshire shrimpers. And I vowed "'Twill be said I'm a fortunate fellow, When the breakfast is spread, When the topers are mellow, When the foam of the bride-cake is white, and the fierce orange-blossoms are yellow!" O that languishing yawn! O those eloquent eyes! I was drunk with the dawn Of a splendid surmise – I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a tempest of sighs. Then I whispered "I see The sweet secret thou keepest. And the yearning for ME That thou wistfully weepest! And the question is 'License or Banns?', though undoubtedly Banns are the cheapest." "Be my Hero," said I, "And let ME be Leander!" But I lost her reply – Something ending with "gander" – For the omnibus rattled so loud that no mortal could quite understand her.

The Lang Coortin'

THE ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy The passers in the street, "There's one that standeth at the door, And tirleth at the pin: Now speak and say, my popinjay, If I sall let him in." Then up and spake the popinjay That flew abune her head: "Gae let him in that tirls the pin: He cometh thee to wed." O when he cam' the parlour in, A woeful man was he! "And dinna ye ken your lover agen,