XXXVI. THAT OF THE INCONSIDERATE NABOB AND THE LADY WHO DESIRED TO BE A BEGUM.

Begums! Exactly what they are

I really ought to know—but don't;

In my Encyclopædia

I'll look them up. Stay! No, I won't.

Instead, let us converse together

About Miss Mary Merryweather.

A guileless child of nature, she

Who lived out Upper Norwood way,

A Begum she desired to be,

And dreamt about this night and day,

But,—though she made a solemn vow to

Be a Begum,—knew not how to.

"What is a Begum?" friends would ask,

And Mary M—— would shake her head.

"Though doubtless it will be a task

I'll find out for myself," she said.

They raised their hands in consternation

At this announced determination.

Later Miss Merryweather said:

"To be a Begum one must go

To India. I'd better wed

A captain on a P. and O.

I'll therefore marry Captain Jolly."

(A kind old man who called her "Polly.")

"Though what on earth a girl could see,"

He said, while on their honeymoon,

"Attractive in a man like me——"

Then Mrs. Jolly very soon

(Though doubtless with some trepidation)

Explained to him the situation.

Good Captain Jolly sighed, and said:

"A Begum you can never be,

My dearest Poll, till I am dead;

Perhaps I'd better die," said he.

"If you don't mind, I think you'd better,"

Said she; "'twill suit me to the letter."

So Captain Jolly, worthy soul,

Deceased, as she desired him to.

In India—the lady's goal;

A wealthy Nabob came in view,

Whom Widow Jolly captivated.

And,—later,—married, as is stated.

"A Begum now at last am I,"

She said, when she had married him,

"A Begum!" said the Nabob. "Why?"

His wife explained. "A harmless whim,"

Said he; "but I regret to state, Ma'am,

You're not what you anticipate, Ma'am.

"A Begum is a Rajah's wife,

And not a Nabob's, don't you see;

And so throughout my natural life

A Begum you can never be."

She wept—and hinted Captain Jolly

Had died to please his little Polly.

"Perhaps you——" "No, I won't," he cried;

"I draw the line," said he, "at that.

Although poor Jolly may have died

To please you—I refuse. That's flat!"

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And so, alas! for her endeavour,

She never was a Begum,—never!