CAUGHT IN THE BREACH.

OF fascinating parts, He played with female hearts; 'Twas reprehensible, as you may guess; But still it was his way, Continued he to play, Until a maiden asked him for redress, And folly bore the fruit, Of breach of promise suit, He owns a couple of thousand pounds the less, He's a sorry man to-day, he does confess, And the wily way of woman he does bless, And his pipe is all that he will now caress, He doesn't care to think of it, the mess!