XV. One evil many sober sages tell, Is ever closely followed by another, And so on this occasion out it fell: A challenge came next day from Charlotte's brother; To whom the fugitive her sorrows carried, At last grown desperate through not being married. XVI. What could be done?-Why nothing that I know of, They met then, as the latter had desired, Took aim, (pretending they did not,) and fired. XVII. Both miss'd. 'Tis very common in such cases For seconds civilly to interfere, And set 'gainst new hostilities their faces, Declaring after what has pass'd' 'tis clear, Though right before could but to one belong, XVIII. But here 'twas different-neither was content, The shoulder of the college hero found. XIX. Flat as a flounder, down upon the ground, Accomplished, that, which he had tried to do; Hoped an improvement soon in his condition, Then fled with all convenient expedition. XX. And here apparently in dangerous state, The reader knows he cannot run away. XXI.. But Tom resembles so the generality Of those who swell romances, poems, plays, His friends may be consoled; for his vitality Would baffle death in fifty different ways. The Pelican or Eagle might ensure His life at quarter price, and be secure. XXII. And poor Eliza! we must not forget her; "Twill be remember'd she was not much better Than Tom seems now, as from the pit she pass'd: And so it is but rational and fair, To let her have a little of our care. XXIII. Borne from the opera,-where it matters not, And she next morning in her mother's cot, Seemed, not recover'd, but not much the worse, Though certainly her appetite might fail, And her mild countenance grew very pale. |