They Were Wed

Pretty Miss Polly declarad she'd not wed. Bhe'd "rather, yes, rat her, far rather, be dead. 'Twere better to lie in the oold, cold grave Than be some horrid man's humble slave, Tor what is a wife but a slave?" she said, "A slave when onee she ia wed!" Handsome young Harry, too, said he'd not wed, Pot a wife must be petted and pampered and fed. 'Twere better to live your Ufe all alone, That your nose may escape the proverbial grindstone, "Fora husband is naught but a slave!" he said, "A slave when once he is wed." As might be expected, this perverse young pair Feil in love at ñrst sight and did straightway declare, 'Twere better, far better, they twain should be on e Than lonely to sigh and true happiness shun, "For love is a Blave, yes, a slave!" so they said, "Forever a slave," and they wed.