* * *

"They tell me she is happy now,

[And so she was, in fact.]

The gayest of the gay;
They hint that she's forgotten me;
But heed not what they say.
Like me, perhaps, she struggles with
Each feeling of regret:
'Tis true she's married Mr. Smith,
But, ah, does she forget!"


The temptation to parody is really too strong; the last lines,
actually and in an authentic text, are:


"But if she loves as I have loved,
She never can forget."


Bayly had now struck the note, the sweet, sentimental note, of the
early, innocent, Victorian age. Jeames imitated him:


"R. Hangeline, R. Lady mine,
Dost thou remember Jeames!"