HOW TO BE HAPPY THOUGH SINGLE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 37, 10 September 1892, Page 907

HOW TO BE HAPPY THOUGH SINGLE.

I DRAW my chair before the fire. My dressing gown falls on my knees ; The faithful friends who never tire, My books, are ranged around to please The changing mood. In all the shire No Benedict’s so well at ease, With one thing more my bliss were ripe, And that I seize my own, my pipe. The genial Autocrat is near. And Boswell standing by his side : There’s Fielding, hiding in the rear. Here Lillywhite and ‘ Nyren s Guide ;’ Pendennis, Pickwick, Swift, and here The frolic Muse’s sons abide ; Locker and Praed together stand. And Dobson ready to my hand. The bleak wind shrills across the street, The fire burns up more cheerfully. What need 1, Puss, love’s bitter sweet ? I am not Miss Blanche Amory. We ll rest content with one defeat; No more emotions, thanks, for me ! Or only this, lulled by your purr To close my eyes and think of Her. ’Tis midnight, and the fire is low, Hour after hour my thoughts will stray, And leave my trusty books, and go Along the well-remembeied way. ’Tis better thus, no doubt. Heigho ! There’s something wanting, Pussy. Stay ! — I'll write her in the self same strain, Perhaps she won t say ‘ No ’ again.