His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding.

He felt that he might soon be separated--perhaps, for ever--from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief.
From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent countenance of Jack Sheppard immediately before him.
"Aha!" exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, "I've caught you,--have I ?" The carpenter's daughter was fair and free-- Fair, and fickle, and false, was she! She slighted the journeyman, (meaning _me!_) And smiled on a gallant of high degree.
Degree! degree! She smiled on a gallant of high degree.
Ha! ha! ha!" "Jack!" exclaimed Thames, angrily.
But Sheppard was not to be silenced.

He went on with his song, accompanying it with the most ridiculous grimaces: "When years were gone by, she began to rue Her love for the gentleman, (meaning _you!_) 'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she, 'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where! Oh! where is my gallant of high degree ?' Ho! ho! ho!" "What are you doing here!" demanded Thames.
"Oh! nothing at all," answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's as much mine as yours, for that matter.

'But I don't desire to spoil sport,--not I.And, if you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've just given Thames, I'll take myself off in less than no time." The answer to this request was a "smack" of a very different description, bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the little damsel, as she ran out of the room.
"'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day.
However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother.

I know who hits hardest.