We met,――’twas on the ground―― And I thought he would fight me; He came his looks were bold, And his pistols did fright me. He frown’d, and he whispered low A dead shot he is reckoned; Oh! thou hast been the cause Of this duel, my second! He trod the paces out, With a deal of expertness; His legs were very short, How I hated their shortness. He loaded, primed, and cocked, To his friend then he beckon’d; Oh! thou hast been the cause Of this duel, my second! From _The National Omnibus_, June 10, 1831. ―――― THE DUEL No. 2. We met, ’twas in a field, And I thought he would wing me; He came, I made cock sure That down he would bring me. He spoke, his words were cool; His smile was unalter’d; I knew he did not fear, For his hand never falter’d. I wore my Russia ducks, And I rivall’d their whiteness; Two slight friends were there, How I envied their slightness! I call’d the fellow out, And there could be no shrinkings: Oh! thou hast been the cause Of this duel――Miss Jinkins! (_Two verses omitted._) _The Comic Magazine_, Second Series, 1833. ―――― LOVE ON THE OCEAN. “‘Oh! is there not something, dear Augustus, truly sublime in this warring of the elements?’ But Augustus’s heart was too full to speak.”――_MS. Novel by Lady ――――_ They met, ’twas in a storm, On the deck of a steamer; She spoke in language warm, Like a sentimental dreamer. He spoke――at least he tried; His position he altered; Then turn’d his face aside, And his deep-ton’d voice faltered. She gazed upon the wave, Sublime she declared it; But no reply he gave―― He could not have dared it. A breeze came from the south, Across the billows sweeping; His heart was in his mouth, And out he thought ’twas leaping. “O, then, steward,” he cried, With the deepest emotion; Then totter’d to the side, And leant o’er the ocean. The world may think him cold, But they’ll pardon him with quickness, When the fact they shall be told, That he suffered from sea-sickness. _Punch._ 1845. ―――― LORD BROUGHAM AND DR. REID.