A FEAST was in a village spread,--
It was a wedding-day, they said.
The parlour of the inn I found, And saw the couples whirling round, Each lass attended by her lad, And all seem'd loving, blithe, and glad;But on my asking for the bride, A fellow with a stare, replied:
"'Tis not the place that point to raise!
We're only dancing in her honour;
We now have danced three nights and days,And not bestowed one thought upon her."* * * *
Whoe'er in life employs his eyes Such cases oft will recognise.
1821.*
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