A Feast Was In A Village Spread, It Was A Wedding-Day, They Said. The Parlour Of The Inn I Found, And Saw The Couples Whirling Round, Each Lass Attended By Her Lad, And All Seem'D Loving, Blithe, And Glad; But On My Asking For The Bride, A Fellow With A Stare, Replied: "'Tis Not The Place That Point To Raise! We're Only Dancing In Her Honour; We Now Have Danced Three Nights And Days, And Not Bestowed One Thought Upon Her." * * * * Whoe'Er In Life Employs His Eyes Such Cases Oft Will Recognise.