THE TALE OF CHLOE AN EPISODE IN THE HISTORY OF BEAU BEAMISH

‘Fair Chloe, we toasted of old, As the Queen of our festival meeting; Now Chloe is lifeless and cold; You must go to the grave for her greeting. Her beauty and talents were framed To enkindle the proudest to win her; Then let not the mem’ry be blamed Of the purest that e’er was a sinner!’ Captain Chanter’s Collection.