( HE REMONSTRATES. )

There, stop! That'll do — yes, I own it —

But, dear, I was young then, you know.

I wrote that before we were married;

Let's see — why, it's ten years ago!

You remember that night, at Drake's party,

When you flirted with Dick all the time?

I left in a state quite pathetic,

And went home to scribble that rhyme.

What a boy I was then with my dreaming,

And reading the riddle of life!

You gave a good guess at its meaning

The night you said “Yes,” little wife.

One kiss for old times’ sake, my Dolly —

That did n't seem much like a dream.

Holloa! something's wrong with the children!

Those young ones do nothing but scream.