THE tears were in her eye,

Said I "what makes you cry?"

And my sympathy was such, that I sighed;

For it gives my heart the creep,

To see a woman weep,—

Especially the one to be my Bride.

"Alas!" said I, "Ah! me,

It grieveth me, to see

That trickle, at your nostril, by the side."

"'Twas the onions, I was cutting," she replied.