Just without the colonnade. "So you don't like her, sir?" said she.
"Ah--_I_ was once that Rosalind!--I acted her--none better -
Yes--in eighteen sixty-three.

XII

"Thus I won Orlando to me
In my then triumphant days when I had charm and maidenhood,
Now some forty years ago.--I used to say, COME WOO ME, WOO ME!"
And she struck the attitude.

XIII

It was when I had gone there nightly;
And the voice--though raucous now--was yet the old one.--Clear as noon
My Rosalind was here . . . Thereon the band withinside lightly
Beat up a merry tune.



A SUNDAY MORNING TRAGEDY
(circa 186-)



I bore a daughter flower-fair,
In Pydel Vale, alas for me;
I joyed to mother one so rare,
But dead and gone I now would be.