LI
The monarch handled o’er and o’er again
These day-school hieroglyphics with a sigh;
Somewhat in sadness, but pleased in the main,
Till this oracular couplet met his eye
Astounded—Cupid, I do thee defy!
It was too much. He shrunk back in his chair,
Grew pale as death and fainted—very nigh!
“Pho! nonsense!” exclaim’d Hum, “now don’t despair:
She does not mean it really. Cheer up, hearty—there!