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Only think! I was sweeping the room.
 And I such a figure did look;
In terror I dropped the hair-broom,
 As a loud rap announc'd Mr. Brook!

    He is really a fine-looking beau,
     Though rather too tall for my taste;
    He came to invite us to go,
     And seem'd in a very great haste.

Fair Fanny was splendidly dress'd;
 The luncheon I will not dwell on;
Her marriage of all was the best;
 Laugh not, and I will now tell on.

    I dream'd on a piece of the cake
     Three nights; but it was all in vain!
    Oh, do you, my dear, think it will make
     Poor me an old maid to remain?

I went to the cottage so spruce,
 And we talked a great deal about you.
To be friendly I find is no use;
 All you told of the maiden is true.

    'Melinda's' not call'd on me yet;
     'Julia Anna' call'd when I was out;
    Their cousins came too,—what a set;
     You remember our call there, no doubt.