When I said I would die a bachelor,
I did not think I should live to be married.--_Benedict_.
The day I was married, my dear Editor, I was greeted by a valued
crony of mine with the following _Jew desperate_, as Mrs. Malaprop
might call a _jeu d'esprit_. The occasion which gave this trifle
birth having now been some years a matter of history, I am disposed
to lend it to your good readers for a month, and beg them to be very
careful of it, as it is really one of the neatest things of the kind
I or they have ever seen. It is by a poet of no low order of genius,
I can assure you, whose fault alone it is that his name, albeit not
insignificant, is not yet higher on the rolls of poetic fame. It has
never been in print.