THE OLD BACHELOR.
He is portly, but very erect, And always—to somewhat digress— Artistic and quite circumspect When it comes to a question of dress ; A lover of whist and of chess And a little disposed to be gay, Yet I pity him, nevertheless, The old bachelor over the way. For I know when his life I dissect There is lack of the wifely caress, No children around him collect His home coming nightly to bless ; And to scan him again I confess He's a trifle inclined to be grey, In spite of his social success, The old bachelor over the way. And 1 feel my surmise is correct, When I look at him closely and guess That when he takes time to reflect, He misses the true happiness; For the lack of a home will depress, And his boyhood was happy, they say ; I fancy that dreams must oppress The old bachelor over the way. ENVOY. What I married 1 This morning, no less, For who shall King Cupid gainsay ? Well, well, he is in for distress The old bachelor over the way.
Ernest McGaffey.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 48, 28 November 1891, Page 627
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186THE OLD BACHELOR. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 48, 28 November 1891, Page 627
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