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 The company departed, and neglected To say good-by—the father stormed and swore— The fiddlers grinned—the daughter looked dejected— The flowers had vanished from the polished floor, And both betook them to their sleepless beds, With hearts and prospects broken, but no heads.

The desolate relief of free complaining Came with the morn, and with it came bad weather; The wind was east-northeast, and it was raining Throughout that day, which, take it altogether, Was one whose memory clings to us through life, Just like a suit in Chancery, or a wife.

That evening, with a most important face And dreadful knock, and tidings still more dreadful, A notary came—sad things had taken place; My hero had forgot to "do the needful;" A note (amount not stated), with his name on't, Was left unpaid—in short, he had "stopped payment."

I hate your tragedies, both long and short ones (Except Tom Thumb, and Juan's Pantomime);