Im growing fonder of my staff; Im growing dimmer in the eyes; Im growing fainter in my laugh; Im growing deeper in my sighs; Im growing careless of my dress; Im growing frugal of my gold; Im growing wise; Im growingyes, Im growing old!
I like the lad, who when his father thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught Cried, Served him right! Its not at all surprising The worm was punished, Sir, for early rising!1
I asked of Echo t other day (Whose words are few and often funny), What to a novice she could say Of courtship, love, and matrimony. Quoth Echo, plainly,Matter-o-money.