Contrasts. Guests, at a nobleman’s board, Drink to the bridal morrow ; While, at the breast of the lord Rankles a barb of sorrow. Hark to the pitiful wail ! “ That woman, my lord, without ; They are taking her off to the gaol.” “ Merely a beggar, no doubt.” “ What a singular sighing sound !” Says one of the great, at the table. “ John, have you looked to the hound ? Make him a bed in the stable.” Over those steps, again, Entered a bride in the morn, Follow’d by powder’d men, Stiff, and stately, and shorn. Out of a prison den Issued a wretch that morn, Follow’d by brutal men, Eager to see and scorn. “ Quick ! or we’ll miss the marriage, Yonder, in Hanover Square. They are off in a splendid carriage : Faith, they’re a splendid pair !”

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A birth in a chamber great ; A birth in a hospital ward : One in sorrow ; one in state ; Both the sons of a lord. Doctors around her bed ; Nurses and friends beside. Lightly and softly tread— This is a titled bride. Cover that face in a shroud : Mention her name no more ; Though she was silent and proud, She was plebeian and poor. The charity brat she bore, Yes ! let him grow up in the crowd, Cringe at the nobleman’s door. Cover her face with the shroud : Mention her name no more ! Send the young heir to college, To swim with the wealthy tide ; Probing the depths of knowledge, Skimming the shoals of pride. It may he his natural brother Will hold his horse for a crust ; And neither can tell the other Their kinship in common dust. J. F. F.