And beauty counts over her numbers Of conquests, as homeward she drives— And some are gone home to their slumbers, And some are gone home to their wives. And I while my cab in the shower Though wither'd and faded its hue- There are tones that will haunt us, though lonely There are looks that will part from us only There are hopes which our burthen can lighten, And dreams that, like moonlight, can brighten With a light that is clearer than day. There are names that we cherish, tho' nameless, There are hearts that, tho' fetter'd, are tameless, And some are too grave for a rover, And some for a husband too light,— The Ball and my dream are all overGood-night to thee, Lady, Good-night! EDWARD FITZGERALD. "YES; I WRITE VERSES NOW AND THEN." ES; I write verses now and then, In their last quarter are my eyes, Fairest that ever sprang from Eve! Just look at me! Would you believe I cannot clear the five-bar gate, Thro' gallopade I cannot swing The entangling blooms of Beauty's spring: I cannot say the tender thing, Be't true or false, And am beginning to opine Those girls are only half-divine Whose waists you wicked boys entwine I fear that arm above that shoulder, And panting less. Ah! people were not half so wild WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. TU QUOQUE. AN IDYLL IN THE CONSERVATORY, NELLIE. F I were you, when ladies at the play, sir, Beckon and nod, a melodrama I would not turn abstractedly away, 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, Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two, FRANK. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best,-the mildest "honey-dew," I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer, If I were you! 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! FRANK. "It is the cause." I mean your chaperon is Go, if NELLIE. you will. At once! And by express, sir! Where shall it be? To China-or Peru? Go. I should leave inquirers my address, sir, If I were you! 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! (Waltz-Exeunt.) AUSTIN DOBSON. "LE ROMAN DE LA ROSE." OOR Rose! I lift you from the street,— Than you should lie for random feet you. Poor pinky petals, crushed and torn! I saw you last in Edith's hair, Rose, you would scarce discover That I she passed upon the stair Was Edith's favoured lover, A month-"6 a little month❞—ago— But let that pass. She Behind the oleander gave you then To one, perhaps, of all the men— Who best could understand her, |