I remember myself once -- But it is no matter now . Romance is a thing of the past . '' `` Nonsense ! '' said the Roman Candle , `` Romance never dies . It is like the moon , and lives for ever . The bride and bridegroom , for instance , love each other very dearly . I heard all about them this morning from a brown-paper cartridge , who happened to be staying in the same drawer as myself , and knew the latest Court news . '' But the Catherine Wheel shook her head . `` Romance is dead , Romance is dead , Romance is dead , '' she murmured . She was one of those people who think that , if you say the same thing over and over a great many times , it becomes true in the end . Suddenly , a sharp , dry cough was heard , and they all looked round . It came from a tall , supercilious-looking Rocket , who was tied to the end of a long stick . He always coughed before he made any observation , so as to attract attention . `` Ahem ! ahem ! '' he said , and everybody listened except the poor Catherine Wheel , who was still shaking her head , and murmuring , `` Romance is dead . '' `` Order ! order ! '' cried out a Cracker . He was something of a politician , and had always taken a prominent part in the local elections , so he knew the proper Parliamentary expressions to use .
`` Quite dead , '' whispered the Catherine XXXXX , and she went off to sleep .
Candle Cracker Wheel drawer elections end everybody morning murmuring past