terminates in gloomy despair.

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EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

(_ONE MORE VERSION._)

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DEAR MR. PUNCH,--I beg of you to hear my tale of woe,
My case is really one of those I'm sure you'd like to know;
How EDWIN and myself, at last, have quarrelled and have parted,
And I am left to shed a tear--alone, and broken-hearted.

We were engaged for eighteen months--he often said that life
Would not be worth the living, if I would not be his wife.
My eyes, though brown, were "blue" to him, my hair a "silken tangle,"
He'd given me his photograph, and such a lovely bangle!

I had called upon his mother, and had often stayed to tea--
She said that EDWIN had, indeed, a lucky catch in me.
I thought him quite a model youth--hard-working, loyal, steady,
A thrill of pleasure filled me when he wrote, "Your own, own EDDY.",

Oh! a brighter and a gladder day is surely never known
Than when EDWIN calls his darling ANGELINA his "own own."
It warmed me with the glow of love, it cheered me up when lonely,
Yet I didn't feel so happy, when it came to be, "Yours only."