I flung the convasation upon mewsick; said I sung myself (I've ad lesns lately of Signor Twankydillo); and, on her rekwesting me to faver her with somethink, I bust out with my pom: "'WHEN MOONLIKE OER THE HAZURE SEAS.
"'When moonlike ore the hazure seas In soft effulgence swells, When silver jews and balmy breaze Bend down the Lily's bells; When calm and deap, the rosy sleap Has lapt your soal in dreems, R Hangeline! R lady mine! Dost thou remember Jeames?
"'I mark thee in the Marble All, Where Englands loveliest shine-- I say the fairest of them hall Is Lady Hangeline.
My soul, in desolate eclipse, With recollection teems-- And then I hask, with weeping lips Dost thou remember Jeames?
"'Away! I may not tell thee hall This soughring heart endures-- There is a lonely sperrit-call That Sorrow never cures; There is a little, little Star, That still above me beams; It is the Star of Hope--but ar! Dost thou remember Jeames ?' "When I came to the last words, 'Dost thou remember Je-e-e-ams ?' I threw such an igspresshn of unuttrable tenderniss into the shake at the hend, that Hangelina could bare it no more.

A bust of uncumtrollable emotium seized her.

She put her ankercher to her face and left the room.

I heard her laffing and sobbing histerickly in the bedwor.
"O Hangelina--My adord one, My Arts joy!".

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