poetry A Pathetic Tale

Waikato Times, Volume XXV, Issue 2075, 24 October 1885, Page 5 (Supplement)

poetry A Pathetic Tale

Now pray X-Q's this humble lay, I C I can't X-L ; But I will all my powers S-A A story for to tell. In olden times a farmer dwelt Beside the river D, And 0 the pangs of love he felt 4. sweet L I's-A T . Ilia cottage, clad in I-V green, He viewed with heart L 8 ; 11 And 0," he cried, " my lovely queen, Come share my happy state." Our hero waa but 4-T-2, L -I's-A fi-T-3 ; But C what wonders love can do— Her age he did not G. \Vi' 'r \"-R G he pressed his suit, 1 ? . loved her to X-S ; Al/ poor C's-R'a tongue was mute a» her E'a-E address. " Now C'a to Te me with yonr suit, But pray you now R-I's ; I loved a handsome man, U brute, Who is in the X-l's." Said C's-R, " U R a crnel maid, To iove my N M-I ; If this is how my love'a repaid, I'll lay me down and die." Said she, " I <1-C how 'twill be— Base N-V fills thy heart ; Now quickly from my presence flee, And try to heal thy smart." Poor C'a : R hastened to his cot, Inoked at his rams and Us, Aud then an L of rope he got, And tied a deadly noose. Ntxt minute in the air he swung, And sure relief he found ; The little birds about him sung, And P-N'd strut around. But now in the cold grave E lies, And sweet P's near it bloom. I must loave off, bo wipe your I's, And vint C'a Rd tomb.