Ah, Myrtilla mine, you said- br And your tone was earnest, very- br You would never deck your head br With this vernal millinery. br br Myrt, to mince no words, you lied; br Oh, that I should live to know it! br You that are my nearly-bride; br I that am your nearly-poet! br br For I saw the awful lid br You had on at 10 this morning; br Myrt, it was a merrywid, br Spite of my decisive warning. br br Still, I can forgive you that; br Though the thing look ne'er so silly; br I will overlook the hat br If you promise this, Myrtillie: br br Wear your lacebelows and fluffs; br Wear the awfullest creations- br But-omit the stylish puffs br And the vogueish transformations. br br Myrt, if you inflate your hair br I shall-well-excoriate you, br And, I positively swear, br Loathe, despise, detest, and hate you.br br Franklin P.