LOVE AND HYMEN.

Love had a fever — ne'er could close

His little eyes till day was breaking;

And wild and strange enough, Heaven knows,

The things he raved about while waking.

To let him pine so were a sin;—

One to whom all the world's a debtor —

So Doctor Hymen was called in,

And Love that night slept rather better.

Next day the case gave further hope yet,

Tho’ still some ugly fever latent;—

“Dose, as before” — a gentle opiate.

For which old Hymen has a patent.

After a month of daily call,

So fast the dose went on restoring,

That Love, who first ne'er slept at all,

Now took, the rogue! to downright snoring.