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Rh Next morn I knew that there were two

Dominoes pink, and one

Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian Vouse,

Our big Political gun.

Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold,

And her eyes were a blue cerulean;

And the name she said when she turned her head

Was not in the least like "Julian."

Now wasn't it nice, when want of pice

Forbade us twain to marry,

That old Sir J. in the kindest way,

Made me his Secretarry?