THE ARCHERY MEETING.

And if she should hit, 'twere as well if she missed, Prize bracelets could never be placed on her wrists.

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III.

Dear Bess, with her elegant figure and face,
Looks quite a Diana, the queen of the place;
But as for the shooting-she never takes aim;
She talks so and laughs so!—the beaux are to blame;
She doats on flirtation-but oh! by the bye,

'Twas awkward her shooting out Mrs Flint's eye!

IV.

They've made my poor husband an archer elect;
He dresses the part with prodigious effect;

A pair of nankeens, with a belt round his waist,
And a quiver of course, in which arrows are placed;
And a bow in his hand-oh! he looks of all things
Like a corpulent Cupid bereft of his wings!

V.

They dance on the lawn, and we mothers, alas!
Must sit on camp-stools with our feet in the grass;

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THE ARCHERY MEETING.

My Flora and Bessy no partners attract !

The archery men are all cross beaux in fact!
Among the young ladies some hits there may be,
But still at my elbow two misses I see!

WON'T YOU?

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.

I.

O you remember when you heard

My lips breathe love's first faltering word?
You do, sweet-don't you?

When having wandered all the day,

Linked arm in arm, I dared to say,

"You'll love me-won't you?"

II.

And when you blushed, and could not speak,

I fondly kissed your glowing cheek;

Did that affront you?

Oh, surely not; your eye exprest

No wrath-but said, perhaps in jest,

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WON'T YOU?

III.

I'm sure my eyes replied, "I will;"
And you believe that promise still;
You do, sweet-don't you?

Yes, yes! when age has made our eyes
Unfit for questions or replies,

You'll love me-won't you?

DON'T TALK OF SEPTEMBER.

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.

I.

ON'T talk of September!—a lady

Must think it of all months the worst;

The men are preparing already

To take themselves off on the First.

I try to arrange a small party,

The girls dance together; how tame!

I'd get up my game of écarté,

But they go to bring down their game!

II.

Last month, their attention to quicken,
A supper I knew was the thing;

But now from my turkey and chicken

They're tempted by birds on the wing!