things are; her emotions were not steadfast as the shining of a
star; but, ah, I love her image yet, as once it shone on me, and
swayed me as the low moon sways the surging of the sea."


Among other sports his anxious friends hurried the lovelorn Bayly to
Scotland, where he wrote much verse, and then to Dublin, which
completed his cure. "He seemed in the midst of the crowd the gayest
of all, his laughter rang merry and loud at banquet and hall." He
thought no more of studying for the Church, but went back to Bath,
met a Miss Hayes, was fascinated by Miss Hayes, "came, saw, but did
NOT conquer at once," says Mrs. Haynes Bayly (nee Hayes) with
widow's pride. Her lovely name was Helena; and I deeply regret to
add that, after an education at Oxford, Mr. Bayly, in his poems,
accentuated the penultimate, which, of course, is short.


"Oh, think not, Helena, of leaving us yet,"


he carolled, when it would have been just as easy, and a hundred
times more correct, to sing -


"Oh, Helena, think not of leaving us yet."


Miss Hayes had lands in Ireland, alas! and Mr. Bayly insinuated
that, like King Easter and King Wester in the ballad, her lovers
courted her for her lands and her fee; but he, like King Honour,