, poor Susan groans,

    the clock gives warning for eleven;

    tis on troke--quot;If Jo;

    Quotty quot;he will soon be here,

    quot;As sure as t;

    troke of twelve,

    And Jo yet in sight,

    tty sees,

    But Betty is not quite at ease;

    And Susan .

    And Betty, half an hour ago,

    On Joions cast;

    quot;A little idle sauntering t;

    itring,

    But no time is gone and past.

    And Bettys drooping at t,

    t ime all past and gone,

    quot; be e?

    quot;tor ,

    quot;Susan! t;

    And Susans growing worse and worse,

    And Bettys in a sad quandary;

    And to say

    If s go or s stay:

    --Shes in a sad quandary.

    troke of one;

    But neitor nor his guide

    Appear along t road,

    ther horse nor man abroad,

    And Bettys still at Susans side.

    And Susan so fear

    Of sad misc a few,

    t Johnny may perhaps be drownd,

    Or lost perhaps, and never found;

    both for ever rue.

    S of this

    it;God forbid it srue!quot;

    At t  Susan said

    Cried Betty, rising from the bed,

    quot;Susan, Id gladly stay h you.

    quot;I must be gone, I must away,

    quot;Consider, Jo half-wise;

    quot;Susan,  take care of him,

    quot;If  in life or limbquot;--

    quot;O; poor Susan cries.

    quot; can I do?quot; says Betty, going,

    quot; can I do to ease your pain?

    quot;Good Susan tell me,