My Lover

At last I am bleBsed with a lover, Just what a lover should be - Devoted and constant, and handsome, Handsome as handsome can be. Devoted ! - devoted, believe mo ! He never has left me a day ; I am ever hie pride and hia darling - Without me he cannot be gay. He cares for no lovelier lady ; To him I am very fair ; Conteuted he rests on my bopom, Kiases my lipa and my hair. Handeomo I - his cheeks are like roses, Hib head is run over with curia, His forehead Is white as asnowdrift. Uis teeth glimmer elcarer than pearla. His eyes they are bright as the sunahine, With laehes tbat cannot be beat, And then I know that you've never Secn euch hands and such fcet. Wealthy ? ne's careless of money- Money to hira íb but dross ; Silver and gold, for my lover, Are only for pitch and for toss. He must have been born to a fortune - He's lived at hiB eaae ever eince ; If you'd see but the atyle of his dressing, You'd probably tbink him a prince. Shirts thick frosted with atitching, Silken embroidered sockB ; I think the most of his mouey He keeps in a painte jox. Hc'lt show yon a golden guinea, On which he cut his flret tooth, Strung on an azure ribbon, Tied with a love-knot, f oreooth ! Of teeth he has half a dozen, Set to the cunningestmoJd J Fw? I am my lover's mother - For he i6 but one year oíd 1