TWO HYPOCRITES.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 5, 30 January 1892, Page 104

TWO HYPOCRITES.

She sat in her cosy chamber With the curtains all drawn tight, Curled up in a great big rocker, Fair and sweet in the soft lamplight. A bonbon box on the table With choicest of sweets was tilled, Which she daintily nibbled while writing The words that her lover thrilled : — * < >h, 1 long for you now, my darling ! Without you my life seems drear, There is never a bit of comfort For me unless you are near !' 11. And her lover read the letter As he sat in his bachelor's den, With his feet cocked up on the mantel, In the usual way of men. With a box of cigars at his elbow, And a pipe and a glass near by, And the smoke clouds wreathed above bin As he echoed her lonely cry : • Oh, I long for you now, my darling ! Without you my life seems drear, There is never a bit of comfort For me unless you are near !'