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MATRIMONIAL ODE.

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MATRIMONIAL ODE. TO MY WIFE Ol" HER WEDDING-DAY. r»K Benedick Oldham, Esq. "Sriing object of my earliest sigh Sweet wife T, ,T'rs' 4ay"')eam my life! 1 he earliest, fairest star in all love's sky r:>l sPr'ng-flower in the garden of my heart! p How beautiful thou art! "fighter than meteor, or war's blazing rocket! Dearer, far dearer than the merry light Of beacon bright To him who o'er the murky ocean roams. [Oh here she comes- Abusing all the maids like a pickpocket.] When first I saw thy face And pressed thy hand, I thought none in the land Possessed more grace. My passion knew no bounds. J ihey said she'd have ten thousand pounds But that was all a hum- She won't have half the sum. My young heart yearn'd to call thee mine. Waking and sleeping, Smiling and weeping. No thought had I but thee, my Caroline! Thro' good and ill, Thro' storm and calm, I lov'd thee yet. Thine was the altar my heart lov'd to bleed on And still My love has nought to feed on But—[Mutton and turnips! bah! you know, my dear, Mutton and turnips are what 1 detest: They always make me ill. But pray don't bother me about the dinner, get Whatever you like best. And pray, love, don't ask me to get the wine!] My love has nought to feed on but thy smiles. Those smiles, so sweetly gilding my sad lot; Those tones, that make a pal ace of my cot; Those cares, that make a year but seem a day Those tender pledges of the nuptial vow That raise their little voices clear and fine ;— [Good heav'ns pray take that squalling I My dear, D'ye hear! Who do you think can write with such a row Those thousand soft endearments without name [There, now the nurse is bringing in The other h< tn /] r -u" ^°''S 'e t^ese make life indeed a heav'n P "efe now comes t'other nurse with t'other seven !] And leaves the humble bosom nought to sigh at. T. „ [Decimus, be quiet !] l tie sun that shone upon our wedding day, In words of light Thus sweetly seemed to say Life shall to you be as a summer's morn, Golden and bright; And bland Contentment, like the gladd'ning dawn, Shall shed its blaze 5 O'er all vnur dav«. Good heav'ns your pa gazetted xoonds! h<»re goes my half ten thousand pounds !"] )ntent, that with its magic wand, Turneth sadness Into gladness; V'-ottt, and health, and innpcence, and mirth, i ;ri i I those joys that make a heav'n of earth, Shall wait Upon your state. (Your brother Abel gone off to New York Oh lawk!— And I'm his bond !] In some sweet woodland spot, Far from the world and all its care and strife, You too shall pass your life- A life of fairy— Wand'ring by shady grove and silent grot Quiet, not dull: alone, not solitary. [Your mother and seven sisters coming why, my dear You must be in your dotage ( How could you ask 'em here ? I'm sure they never can get in the cottage.] 1 hen oh! my Caroline sweet solace of my days Thy name shall ever be To me A charm, a music, a most holy spell rTi AH angry thoughts to quell. | i nat whisker d Irish cousin call'd again, my dear, I tell you once for all, I will—not—have—him—here.] Life's stay! sweep prop [The empty fop j My only love! [They laugh, by Jove !] Fountain of bliss [By heav'n, a kiss W as ever impudence like that false woman's! Hey, John! hollo a cab-as quick, Sir, as you can— And tell the man To drive to Doctors' Commons.]

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