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_La Belle France, the Forsaken One, loquitur_:--

What do I hear? Oh, do I hear aright,
Over the garden wall?
My latest love, my gallant Muscovite,
Is this the end, this all?
My heartbeats fast, a mist obscures my sight.
Support me, or I fall!

What can he mean? Whatever is she at?--
Ah! well I know _her_ game!
GERMANIA is a vile coquette, a cat.
Seducing my new flame
With mercenary lures, and low at that!
It is a cruel shame!

But six short months ago and I to him
Indeed seemed all in all.
A stalwart lover, though _tant soit peu_ grim,
I fancied him my thrall.
And was it after all pretence, or whim?
Oh, prospect, to appal!

I know my envious rivals said as much,[1]
But that I deemed their spite,
Was't but my money he desired to clutch?
I lent it--with delight!
Were his mere venal vows? His bonds but such