ABSTRACT
from The Pioneer, 23 November 1833, p. 96.
From your pretty epistle, address’d to the fair,
The ladies of Leicester, I mean,
You’re the king of good fellows, they boldly declare;
Your consort, of course, is a queen!
Of bliss the bright sunshine illumines her life,
If we judge by the style of your letters;
And the choice of your love’s the happiest wife
That now wears of Hymen the fetters.
If fortune on me propitious would smile
(I speak from a soul that’s sincere),
I’d hope—fondly hope—from the youth of our isle,
A spouse like the brave Pioneer!
A LEICESTER LADY.