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Title: Clebs the younger in search of a wife; or, The drawingroom troubles of Moody Robinson esquire
Year: 1859 (1850s)
Authors: Doyle, Charles Altamont, illus
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Publisher: London : Hogg and sons
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manner. G-ood soul!. at once to get (his own expense) His sister wed, his friend a better sense. The matter was arranged—the youth was willing, And quite prepared for courting, cooing, billing ; Humbly submissive, as his best friends pressd it, He yet had hope some error might arrest it. Now, as the day was old, and evening near,He was impressd to join the brothers cheer :To pass the time, as towrds the house they wended,The latter thus described the fair intended :— My sisters deeply read—indeed, her bluenessHas rather hurried off her premiere jeunesse.Perhaps shes shy, of words a little chary;Though small in figure—perfect—quite a fairy;Capital temper!—unless you try to joke herBout what she doesnt like, or else provoke her;I think her plain, but you know, always brothersDiffer in that particular from others.To rule a house (a rather queer grimaceCame with a twinge upon the speakers face),Why, no one can, if sister Anna cant:In fact, shes just the kind of wife you want.
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Whos this ? she cried, with rage; Who brought him here ?The brother meekly sighed, Twas I, my dear. Moodys friend ; or, the inadvertent man. 35 Ill trust her with you—but, unless you choose her,P-e-r-h-a-p-s, poor thing, I shouldnt care to lose her.His mouth said that—his left half-closed peeperSeemd to express, I shouldnt care to keep her. So on they trotted to the brothers dwelling:The future bridegroom felt a kind of swellingEise in his throat, and in his chest a banging,Such as is felt, tis said, before a hanging.The pair arrived—the summons made—the oakYields to their entrance; then the brother spoke— Pray seek that room awhile, just up the flight,While I seek Anna, and make things all right. It was the drawing-room. The eve was near,And deep the twilight, though the sky was clear.Down by the hearth he saw a figure sitting—A female figure, by the fire, knitting— A little girl, he thought— fair Annas sister—And so he drew her on his knee, and kissd her.The figure

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