You know, when Lord Rigmarole's carriage,
Drove off with your Cousin Justine,
You wept, dearest girl, at the marriage, 35
And whispered 'How base she has been!'
You said you were sure it would kill you,
If ever your husband looked so;
And you will not apostatize,— will you?
My own Araminta, say 'No!'

When I heard I was going abroad, love,
I thought I was going to die;
We walked arm in arm to the road, love,
We looked arm in arm to the sky;
And I said When a foreign postilion
Has hurried me off to the Po,
Forget not Medora Trevilian :

My own Araminta, say "No"!'

We parted! but sympathy's fetters
Reach far over valley and hill;

I muse o'er your exquisite letters,

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And feel that your heart is mine still; And he who would share it with me, love,—

If he's not what Orlando should be, love, 55 My own Araminta, say 'No!'

If he wears a top-boot in his wooing, If he comes to you riding a cob,

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If he talks of his baking or brewing,
If he puts up his feet on the hob,
If he ever drinks port after dinner,
If his brow or his breeding is low,
If he calls himself Thompson' or 'Skin-
ner,'

My own Araminta, say 'No!'

If he studies the news in the papers

While you are preparing the tea, If he talks of the damps or the vapors While moonlight lies soft on the sea, If he's sleepy while you are capricious, If he has not a musical 'Oh!' If he does not call Werther delicious,My own Araminta, say 'No!'

If he ever sets foot in the City

Among the stockbrokers and Jews, If he has not a heart full of pity, If he don't stand six feet in his shoes, If his lips are not redder than roses, If his hands are not whiter than snow, If he has not the model of noses,My own Araminta, say 'No!'

If he speaks of a tax or a duty,

If he does not look grand on his knees, If he's blind to a landscape of beauty, Hills, valleys, rocks, waters, and trees, If he dotes not on desolate towers,

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