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And in reality one day

The steward sent a note to tell

How sick to death his uncle lay

And wished to say to him farewell.

Having this mournful document

Perused, Eugene in postchaise went

And hastened to his uncle’s side,

But in his heart dissatisfied,

Having for money’s sake alone

Sorrow to counterfeit and wail —

Thus we began our little tale —

But, to his uncle’s mansion flown,

He found him on the table laid,

A due which must to earth be paid.