He wedded in a year,
That prelate's daughter Jane;
He's grown quite fair--has auburn hair--
His wife is far from plain.
THE FOLLY OF BROWN.
BY A GENERAL AGENT.
I knew a boor--a clownish card,
(His only friends were pigs and cows and
The poultry of a small farmyard)
Who came into two hundred thousand.
Good fortune worked no change in Brown,
Though she's a mighty social chymist:
He was a clown--and by a clown
I do not mean a pantomimist.
It left him quiet, calm, and cool,
Though hardly knowing what a crown was--
You can't imagine what a fool
Poor rich, uneducated Brown was!
He scouted all who wished to come
And give him monetary schooling;
And I propose to give you some
Idea of his insensate fooling.
I formed a company or two--
(Of course I don't know what the rest meant,
_I_ formed them solely with a view
To help him to a sound investment).
Their objects were--their only cares--
To justify their Boards in showing
A handsome dividend on shares,
And keep their good promoter going.
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