Upon his knees, with words that thrill
   And eyes lit up with soulful yearning,
He voiced the tender wish that filled
   His heart, and set his bosom burning,
Beseeching her who sat so mute
   To pity and accept his suit.


She lectures now on dress-reform
   And cursed alcoholic liquors,
And wears his garments neat and warm,
   His beauforts, vests, and British "knickers."
He pressed his suit, Did she accept it?
   You bet; and ever since she's kept it.

"Silas Snell"
The Bulletin, 28 July 1894, p5