ECHO
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By JOHN G. SAXE
I asked of Echo, t'other day, (Whose words are few and often funny,) What to a novice she could say Of courtship, love and matrimony? Quoth Echo, plainly,—"Matter-o'-money!"
Whom should I marry?—should it be A dashing damsel, gay and pert, A pattern of inconstancy; Or selfish, mercenary flirt? Quoth Echo, sharply,—"Nary flirt!"
What if, aweary of the strife That long has lured the dear deceiver, She promise to amend her life, And sin no more; can I believe her? Quoth Echo, very promptly,—"Leave her!"
But if some maiden with a heart On me should venture to bestow it, Pray should I act the wiser part To take the treasure, or forego it? Quoth Echo, with decision,—"Go it!"
But what if, seemingly afraid To bind her fate in Hymen's fetter, She vow she means to die a maid, In answer to my loving letter? Quoth Echo, rather coolly,—"Let her!"
What if, in spite of her disdain, I find my heart intwined about With Cupid's dear delicious chain So closely that I can't get out? Quoth Echo, laughingly,—"Get out!"
But if some maid with beauty blest, As pure and fair as Heaven can make her. Will share my labor and my rest Till envious Death shall overtake her? Quoth Echo (sotto voce),—"Take her!"