Was a youth of twenty-three,
Who had met and loved in secret
Fair Estella Thormansby.
Judge of Charley's bliss and rapture,
When he heard the maid divine
Was to be his shipmate in a
Steamer of the Cunard Line.
Off at last! The steamer's started,
In the distance fades the town;
Up and down, in search of rivals,
Wanders, restless, C. A. Brown.
Happy youth! Of rivals there are
None, as far as he can learn,
Save, perhaps, a man from Harvard,
Bearded, grave, and taciturn.