[A farmer’s daughter, during the rage for albums, handed to the author an old account-book ruled for pounds, shillings, and pence, and requested a contribution.]

THIS WORLD ’s a scene as dark as Styx,  £  s.  d.
Where hope is scarce worth    2  6
Our joys are borne so fleeting hence      
That they are dear at      18  
And yet to stay here most are...