Oh lovely Womar, if inclined To tam' to higher things your mixd, Pursue the noble calling—Climb upward to th' Empyrean blue And take your errant husbands too, Nor harbour fears of falling.
Yet look before you take the leap; Pause and survey the chasm deep That at your feet is yawning. "Tis meet, if you would make that fight, Your tongue be guarded day and night Nay, padlocked night and morning.
And, when you reach that higher sphere Where haloes are the only wear (Though something more seems needed) Superior to life's bitter stings, You joyously shall clap your' wings And crow, "I have succeeded Imprimis: Try to recollect Your houseboy's serious defect Of laziness. is human. A Don't nag at him from torr to night, And threaten it would serve him right If you engaged @ new man, Next, when your cook with tyro's art Shall spoil Four most successful tart, Don't ery, "You no can bake! "You allo same dam foolo cook Not thus can mortals cross that brook; So-fashion xo can make, Nest, if your amah entertains Her cronies on the last remains Of your most cherished sherry, Don't call her harsh and cruel things, Such words in 8ce who seeks her wings Are injudicious—very.
Last, if your dearest friend should try To spoil your chances' ix. Shanghai Smile sweetly and forgive her. Perhaps her halo doesn't fit; Perhaps she does not ctre for it; Perhaps its only liver.
If all these things you shall endure, And not despise your sister poor, (Though I take' leave to doubt it) Your halo shall be one immense Encirclement of common-sense With blooms of Love about it.
Yet could you not remain on earth, Content with a halo by Worth From Paris?' Here we need you; For if translated to the sky, We'd miss. you sorely' in. Shanghai With no one to succeed you.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.