"Then tell me the time, dear William, whenever Your Sue may expect this divorce to be made; When you'll surely be mine, when no object shall sever, But locked in your arms I'm no longer afraid." "The time it will be when my pockets are lined, I'll then draw the splice 'tween my vessel and me, And lead you to church, if you're still so inclined-- But before, my dear Sue, 'twere rank bigamy." "Thank you, Mr Salisbury. I like the moral of that song; a sailor never should marry till he can settle on shore." "What's the meaning of big-a-me?" said Moggy. "Marrying two husbands or two wives, Mrs Salisbury. Perhaps you might get off on the plea that you had only one and a half," continued Nancy, laughing. "Well, perhaps she might," replied Jemmy, "if he were a judge of understanding." "I should think, Mistress Nancy, you might as well leave my husband's legs alone," observed Moggy, affronted. "Lord bless you, Moggy, if he's not angry, you surely should not be; I give a joke, and I can take one. You surely are not jealous?" "Indeed I am though, and always shall be of anyone who plays with my Jemmy." "Or if he plays with anything else?" "Yes, indeed." "Yes, indeed! then you must be downright jealous of his fiddle, Moggy," replied Nancy; "but never mind, you sha'n't be jealous now about nothing. I'll sing you a song, and then you'll forget all this." Nancy Corbett then sang as follows: Fond Mary sat on Henry's knee, "I must be home exact," said he, "And see, the hour is come." "No, Henry, you shall never go Until me how to count you show; That task must first be done." Then Harry said, "As time is short, Addition you must first be taught;-- Sum up these kisses sweet; "Now prove your sum by kissing me:-- Yes, that is right, 'twas three times three-- Arithmetic's a treat. "And now there is another term, Subtraction you have yet to learn; Take four away from these." "Yes, that is right, you've made it out," Says Mary, with a pretty pout, "Subtraction don't me please." Division's next upon the list; Young Henry taught while Mary kissed, And much admired the rule; "Now, Henry, don't you think me quick?" "Why, yes, indeed, you've learned the trick; At kissing you're no fool." To multiply was next the game, Which Henry by the method same, To Mary fain would show; But here his patience was worn out, She multiplied too fast I doubt, He could no farther go. "And now we must leave off, my dear; The other rules are not so clear, We'll try at them to-night;" "I'll come at eve, my Henry sweet; Behind the hawthorn hedge we'll meet, For learning's my delight."