The Duel

In Bödiord town, of old reaowa, There lived a Míate r Bray, Who feil in love with Lucy Bell, And po did Mr. Clay. To see her ride ïruui nammersmith By all it was allowed, Such fair outsides aro seldoni seen, Such angels on a doud. Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay;: You choose to rival me, And cour t Miss Bell. trut thefeyottr conrt No thoroüghfaro shall be. Uniese yon now give up your Buit, You may repent your love : I who have shot a pigeon match, Can shoot a turtle dove. So pray before you woo her more, ConBider what you do ; If you pop aught to Lucy Bell, m pop it into you, Said 'Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray Your threate 1 quite explode] Ono who haa been a volunteer Knows how to prime and load And so I eay to you unlcss Tour passion quiet kees, I, who hTe shot and hit buil'e-eye, May chañe to hit a sheep's. Now gold is of t f or eilver cnangod, And that for copper red ; But these two went away to give Each other ehangB for lead. But first they sought a friend apiece, This pleaeant thought to give - When they were dead they thua should have Two seoonde atill to live. To measure out the ground not long The seconds then forbore, And having taken one rash step, They took a dozen moro They next prepareu feach pistol pan Againstthe deadly strife, By putting in the prime of death Againat the prime of lif e. Now all was ready for the f oes ; But when they took their stands Fear made them tremble, so they found, They both were shaking hands. . Said Mr. C. to Mr. B. ; Here one of us may fall And like Bt, Ppurs ïïathcclral now Bo doomod to have a ball. I do c'onfess I did attach Misoonduct to your name, If I witharaw the charge, will then Your ramrod do the eame ? Said Mr. B. : I do agree, But thiuk of Honor'a Courts ! If we go off wifhout a shot There will be etrange reports. But Jook, the morning now is bright, Though oloudy it begun ; Why cun'É wo aim above, as if We had cailed out the Btin ? So up into thO harmlese air Their bullets they did send ; And may all other duels have That upshot in the end!