Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

16 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

LAMENT OF THE SINGLE LADIES…

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LAMENT OF THE SINGLE LADIES OF SOUTHAMPTON. WE'RE ready—we're ready—it really is hard That fromH yrnen's sweet bonds we so long are debarr'd :—■ The men are so cautious-the hard-hearted creatures- That they care not for all our bland smiles or fair features. There are plenty of red coats-we like them the best, But they're just like the others when put to the test. They tell us we form the delight of their lives, Yet they very well manage to live without, wives. Of dinners and balls our papas give them plenty- Of hints, it is true, our mammas throw out twenty; They accept all the dinners, they dance at each ball, They hear all the hints, but wo'nt take them at all. They bow when they meet us, and say we look charming, Or the weather is cold—'tis their hearts that want warming— They laugh, and they chat, and they pass for our beaux, Yet—'tis very provoking—they never propose. If they knew all the graces and glances we learn, They surely would offer to make some return. What is it they want ?—oh sadly we fear That the charms they require, are some hundreds a year It is said they are rather deficient in purse, But we'd venture to take them for better for worse." We parade through the street, and we walk on the pier, And all for such cold selfish wretches—oh dear Our mammas, poor old souls trot about every day, Till their legs and our patience are near worn away. The men might possess some respect for old age, And by taking their daughters—their troubles assuage And put altogether, we're a good-looking set, A better assortment the gents will net get. We very well know all men's tastes don't agree, But we are complaisant as women can be We're to some sentimental—with some we coquet- We languish and smile—but no husband we get Our Oh's and our Ah's pass quite harmlessly by What a torment that men now-a-days are so shy. Oh if'twere the fashion for women to ask (By the bye, to some not a difficult task,) How delightful 'twould be to pick and to choose Of course the men would not attempt to refuse. But alas we are doom'd not unsought to be won," If it rested to us, 'twould be very soon done. 'Tis a terrible thing that men won't understand, They are really the plague and the pest of the land. Our papas and mammas get cross and look glum, As much as to say you've been too long at home." We're ready-we're ready—will nobody try, Or in single felicity are we to die ? (POOR THINGS.)

To the Editor of the Merlin.

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CHARGE OF BARON VAUGHAN, AT…

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THE MARQUIS OF WORCESTER'S…

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CORN EXCHANGE, MARK LANE.

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DR. KEATE AND SWING.

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