  (A Repentance in Triolets.) I swore to you, dear, there was mistletoe there, Though I knew all the time there was none. As I stole a sweet kiss from you out on the stair I swore to you, dear, there was mistletoe there. I have plenty of sins on my soul, dear, to bear, But at least I've confessed now to one. I swore to you, dear, there was mistletoe there Though I knew all the time there was none. I am sorry. I never will do it again, And please am I fully forgiven? In the future from falsehood I mean to refrain. I am sorry. I never will do it again, But look at yourself in your glass to explain Why to mistletoe tale I was driven. I am sorry. I never will do it again, And please am I fully forgiven? There's an answer you'll send if you're thoroughly kind, That will make me feel free from all blame. I hope you'll be glad, dear Melenda, to find There's an answer you'll send if you're thoroughly kind. It's this, "Though the mistletoe was but a blind, Still with none I'd have done just the same." There's the answer you'll send if you're thoroughly kind That will make me feel free from all blame. The Baron's P.S.—The Border Waverley, brought out by Nimmo, and edited by Andrew Lang, is now concluded, and a fine set of volumes it makes. No better collection of books as a Christmas present for anyone with a regard to a future of literary enjoyment. Nos omnesne laudamus Nimmo? Et respondit Echo: "Immo." "Ha! ha! I don't go to a Westminster Play for nothing quoth the Baron;" though he added sotto voce, "Yes I do though, as I'm a guest." |
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