Once in a barn theatric, deep in Kent,

A famed tragedian—one of tuneful tongue—

Appeared for that night only—'twas Charles Young.

As Rolla he. And as that Innocent,

The Child of hapless Cora, on there went

A smiling, fair-hair'd girl. She scarcely flung

A shadow, as she walked the lamps among—

So light she seem'd, and so intelligent!

That child would Rolla bear to Cora's lap:

Snatching the creature by her tiny gown,

He plants her on his shoulder,—All, all clap!

While all with praise the Infant Wonder crown,

She lisps in Rolla's ear,—"Look out, old chap,

Or else I'm blow'd if you don't have me down!"