Attempt to lynch the Clerk of the Weather at Greenwich, only
frustrated by the appearance of a strong force of Police. 1891
terminates in gloomy despair.
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EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
(_ONE MORE VERSION._)
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DEAR MR. PUNCH,--I beg of you to hear my tale of woe,
My case is really one of those I'm sure you'd like to know;
How EDWIN and myself, at last, have quarrelled and have parted,
And I am left to shed a tear--alone, and broken-hearted.
We were engaged for eighteen months--he often said that life
Would not be worth the living, if I would not be his wife.
My eyes, though brown, were "blue" to him, my hair a "silken tangle,"
He'd given me his photograph, and such a lovely bangle!
I had called upon his mother, and had often stayed to tea--
She said that EDWIN had, indeed, a lucky catch in me.
I thought him quite a model youth--hard-working, loyal, steady,
A thrill of pleasure filled me when he wrote, "Your own, own EDDY.
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