"-romprons-nous, Ou ne romprons-nous pas ?"

-LE DÉPIT AMOUREUX. NELLIE.

FRANK. IF I were you, when ladies at the play, If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer sir,

Whiff of the best—the mildest "honey Beckon and nod, a melodrama through,

dew," I would not turn abstractedly away, sir, I would not dance with smoke-consuming If I were you!

Puffer,

If I were you!
FRANK.

NELLIE.
If I were you, when persons I affected
Wait for three hours to take me down If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter,
to Kew,

Even to write the Cynical Review. I would, at least, pretend I recollected,

FRANK. If I were you!

No, I should doubtless find flirtation NELLIE.

fitter,

If I were you!
If I were you, when ladies are so lavish,
Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two,

NELLIE.
I would not dance with odious Miss Really! You would? Why, Frank,
M'Tavish,

you're quite delightful, — If I were you!

Hot as Othello, and as black of hue;

Borrow my fan. I would not look so

frightful, If I were you!

Ah, you are strong, I would not then be

cruel,
If I were you!

FRANK.

NELLIE. "It is the cause.” I mean your chaper- One does not like one's feelings to be one is

doubted, Bringing some well curled juvenile. Adieu !

FRANK. I shall retire. I'd spare that poor Adonis, One does not like one's friends to misIf I were you!

construe,