She read no more. I leapt the sill: The sequel's scarce essential— Nay, more than this, I hold it still Profoundly confidential. Austin Dobson. DORA VERSUS ROSE "The case is proceeding." FROM the tragic-est novels at Mudie's- But no case that I ever yet met is Like mine: I am equally fond Of Rose, who a charming brunette is, And Dora, a blonde. Each rivals the other in powers Each waltzes, each warbles, each paints- In short, to distinguish is folly; "Twixt the pair I am come to the pass Of Macheath, between Lucy and Polly,Or Buridan's ass. If it happens that Rosa I've singled The legend, "To Rose." Or I try to draw Dora (my blotter Dora Versus Rose Or I find myself placidly adding To the rapturous tresses of Rose Miss Dora's bud-mouth, and her madding Ineffable nose. Was there ever so sad a dilemma? For Rose I would perish (pro tem.); But to make the invidious election,- And, as either so hopelessly nice is, Of Dora and Rose. (Afterthought) But, perhaps, if a third (say a Nora), Should appear, is it wrong to suppose,- That I might . . . But no matter,-the sequel 145 Austin Dobson. TU QUOQUE AN IDYLL IN THE CONSERVATORY NELLIE If I were you, when ladies at the play, Sir, FRANK If I were you, when persons I affected, Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew, I would at least pretend I recollected, If I were you! NELLIE If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish, FRANK If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best,-the mildest "honey dew," NELLIE If I were you, I would not, Sir, be bitter, FRANK No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter, If I were you! NELLIE Really! You would? Why, Frank, you're quite delightful,— Hot as Othello, and as black of hue; Borrow my fan. I would not look so frightful, If I were you! Tu Quoque FRANK "It is the cause." I mean your chaperon is NELLIE Go, if you will. At once! And by express, Sir! FRANK No-I remain. To stay and fight a duel Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to doAh, you are strong, I would not then be cruel, If I were you! NELLIE One does not like one's feelings to be doubted,— FRANK One does not like one's friends to misconstrue, NELLIE If I confess that I a wee-bit pouted? FRANK I should admit that I was piqué, too. NELLIE Ask me to dance. I'd say no more about it, If I were you! 147 [Waltz-Exeunt.] Austin Dobson. NOTHING TO WEAR MISS FLORA MCFLIMSEY, of Madison Square, Has made three separate journeys to Paris; And her father assures me, each time she was there, (Not the lady whose name is so famous in history, At all hours of the day, and in all sorts of weather: Or tied on with a string, or stitched on with a bow, For bonnets, mantillas, capes, collars, and shawls; While McFlimsey in vain stormed, scolded, and swore. They footed the streets, and he footed the bills. The last trip, their goods shipped by the steamer Argo |