 | A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." |  |
He only smiled, but by and by
Went out and caught a horse, and drove
The buggy to their treasure-trove,
Which, just as they were off to bed,
He brought back with diminished head
Minus the bittern, which a ‘cat’
Had nibbled or a crow pecked at
Till it could scarce be recognised
For what poor Lil had so much prized.
The tale was over long ere this,
And Lil had had—well say one kiss
In the large drawing-room, which all
Abandoned to their beck and call.
Went out and caught a horse, and drove
The buggy to their treasure-trove,
Which, just as they were off to bed,
He brought back with diminished head
Minus the bittern, which a ‘cat’
Had nibbled or a crow pecked at
Till it could scarce be recognised
For what poor Lil had so much prized.
The tale was over long ere this,
And Lil had had—well say one kiss
In the large drawing-room, which all
Abandoned to their beck and call.
| A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." | |