The Rivals. 



18 



Now Mr. Dull a nephew had, 

 A most audacious, awkward lad ; 

 Some fifteen summers he had seen 

 And still was very, very green. 



Christine he eyed, and with desire 

 He felt his little soul on fire. 

 With cat like pace behind the wall 

 He crept (he was not near as tall.) 



