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Thus widely meditation erred,

Forgot the world, the noisy ball,

Whilst from her countenance ne’er stirred

The eyes of a grave general.

Both aunts looked knowing as a judge,

Each gave Tattiana’s arm a nudge

And in a whisper did repeat:

“Look quickly to your left, my sweet!”

“The left? Why, what on earth is there?”⁠—

“No matter, look immediately.

There, in that knot of company,

Two dressed in uniform appear⁠—

Ah! he has gone the other way”⁠—

“Who? Is it that stout general, pray?”⁠—