EVERY-DAY CHARACTERS IV MY PARTNER There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the unceasing fluctuations which take place in the atmosphere in which we are immersed. - BRITISH ALMANACK. AT Cheltenham, where one drinks one's fill Of folly and cold water, I danced last year my first quadrille Her cheek with summer's rose might vie, And well my heart might deem her one For half her thoughts were of its sun, And half were of its showers. I spoke of Novels:-"Vivian Grey" And "Frankenstein" alarming; I vowed that last new thing of Hook's Was vastly entertaining: And Laura said "I dote on books, Because it's always raining!" I talked of Music's gorgeous I raved about Rossini, fane; Hoped Ronzi would come back again, And criticised Pacini; I wished the chorus-singers dumb, The trumpets more pacific, And eulogised Brocard's à plomb, And voted Paul "terrific!" What cared she for Medea's pride, Or Desdemona's sorrow? "Alas!" my beauteous listener sighed, "We must have rain to-morrow!" I told her tales of other lands; Of poisonous lakes and barren sands, Vast forests, trackless mountains: I painted bright Italian skies, I lauded Persian roses, Coined similes for Spanish eyes, I laughed at Lisbon's love of mass, And Laura asked me-where the glass I broached whate'er had gone its rounds, The week before, of scandal; What made Sir Luke lay down his hounds, How Lord de B. and Mrs. L. My shuddering partner cried "O Ciel! Was she a Blue?—I put my trust The toga and the fasces; A Cockney-Muse? I mouthed a deal Of folly from Endymion; A saint? I praised the pious zeal Of Messrs. Way and Simeon; A politician?-it was vain To quote the morning paper; The horrid phantoms came again, Rain, Hail, and Snow, and Vapour. Flat Flattery was my only chance: Found magic in her every glance, I envied gloves upon her arm And shawls upon her shoulder; And, when my worship was most warm, She-"never found it colder." I don't object to wealth or land; Of an extremely pretty hand, |