TO M*S® 4 So **> 
 
 OF STOWMARKET, SUFFOLK; 
 
 after reading her remonstrance to 
 
 HER « BELOVED ONE,” MR. M. 
 
 (See the “Ipswich Express" of February 18, 1845.) 
 
 cc How could he say your face was fair. 
 
 And yet that face forsake ? 
 
 How could he win your virgin heart, 
 
 Yet leave that heart to break 
 
 Haynes Bayly. 
 
 FORBEAR, oh! Miss, such plaintive strains, — 
 False, fickle swains, regard not them ; 
 
 And such — though your “Beloved One”— 
 
 To all, alas ! seems Mister M. 
 
 Though his “ forsaken” you remain, 
 
 Let not the rose droop on its stem; 
 
 But may your vow, — “ I’m thine alone ” 
 
 Bless one more true than Mister M. 
 
 Let others , now, “ pronounce his name/ — 
 
 ( Fame never can— there’d be such phlegm!) 
 
 So reckless still what pangs he gives 
 Appears your heartless Mister M. 
 
 The giddy and the senseless throng, 
 
 Let these alone his prospect hem ; 
 
 For virtue, sentiment, and faith. 
 
 Seem valued not by Mister M. 
 
 Oh! than lovely Woman, ’neath the sky, 
 There’s not, ’tis plain, a brighter gem,— 
 
 Though — “ hackney’d in the ways of men”— 
 Some blight their hopes, like Mister M. 
 
 The hints I’ve here presumed to give, 
 
 ’Tis hoped, dear Miss, you’ll not condemn; 
 
 And may you soon a lover meet 
 
 Who worthier seems than Mister M. 
 
 C. C. 
 
 GREAT TOTHAM, Feb. 22, 1845. 
 
 Great Totham: Printed at Charles Clark's Private Press.