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A BILLIARD LESSON.
WAS pleasant on the winter nights,
Her classic head bent low;
And watch her snowy fingers make A clever stroke, and count each “break
Of such a gentle foe.
To hear such pretty blame ;
A very losing gaine.
From chaffing fellow men ;
yet when beauty turns away And pouts at your superior play,
You've other feelings then.
Or lucky "fluke" might get,
With such a flirting pet.
Such losing bets are blest ;
The chances of a “rest."
The “cannon on the table green
Who'll tie me to a wife;
H. SAVILE CLARKE.
IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY.
Hugh (on furlough). HELEN (his cousin).
Unless, by chance, my watch is fast;
That is,—you knew. How could you be so treacherous, Hugh?
Nay;—it is scarcely mine, the crime,
Then here we'll stay, please. Once for all,
Whether I like Long's “Vashti,” or
“ Paint you some pictures !” Come, that's kind! You know I'm nearly colour-blind.
Hugh (with an inspiration).
But mind they're pretty.
Not “hog hunts.”
You shall be Committee, And say if they are "out” or “in."
I shall reject them all. Begin.
Here is the first. An antique Hall
Before a portrait in a ruff.
”. Besides it's English. I decline.
This is the next. 'Tis finer far:
“ Which she accords with smile seraphic.” I know it,-it was in the " Graphic." Declined.
Once more, and I forego All hopes of hanging, high or low: Behold the hero of the scene, In bungalow and palankeen. ...
What!—all at once! But that's absurd ;-
Permit me—'Tis a Panorama,
Mid scorpions, dowagers, and griffins,
(Opening bis locket).
Look, Helen, that's the heather! (Too late! Here come both Aunts together.).
What heather, Sir ?
(After a pause.)
And why : too late ?”) -Aunt Dora, how you've made us wait! Don't
you agree that it's a pity Portraits are hung by the Committee ?
PORTRAIT OF A LADY
IN THE EXHIBITION OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY.
HAT are you, Lady ?—nought is here
To tell us of your name or story,