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For an end it must have, and that very soon,

If they moved all this planet and joggled the moon,

To shake out the cobweb that hung in her brain,

And bring Arabella to reason again.

So Mrs. Dynevor, in lace and brocade,

Approved of the plan which the grim major laid,

Like a worldly-wise man as he was, to be sure,

To rescue the maiden from marrying poor ;

And the gold-loving merchant, her father, as well

Conspired with the others against Arabelle.

��A big burly ledger lay idle before A weary young man by the counting-room door, Who, stopping a moment, looked off and away With a wondering thought

If he ever did play,

Or should do anything but this writing, While other men yonder for glory were fighting, And then with a sigh of impatience, the fellow Wrote down as an item the word "Arabella." So, dropping his head on his arm as it lay, To the region of dreams soon he floated away To a wonderful land where the maiden so dear Seemed bending his whispered devotion to hear, Now laying her hand on his hot weary brow ; Now spirited off he never knew how Till swiftly the vision was shattered and broke ; And the glitter of arms through the thick battle-smoke Blurred over the face that was sunshine to him, And the violet eyes in the shadow grew dim.


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