not apply himself to the pursuit of academical honours," but fell in
love with a young lady whose brother he had tended in a fatal
illness. But "they were both too wise to think of living upon love,
and, after mutual tears and sighs, they parted never to meet again.
The lady, though grieved, was not heartbroken, and soon became the
wife of another." They usually do. Mr. Bayly's regret was more
profound, and expressed itself in the touching ditty:


"Oh, no, we never mention her,
Her name is never heard,
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word;
From sport to sport they hurry me
To banish my regret,
And when they only worry me -

[I beg Mr. Bayly's pardon]

"And when they win a smile from me,
They fancy I forget.

"They bid me seek in change of scene
The charms that others see,
But were I in a foreign land
They'd find no change in me.
'Tis true that I behold no more
The valley where we met;
I do not see the hawthorn tree,
But how can I forget?"