I hope they've got a clean cushion, They're usually covered with dust. All over-ah! thanks!-now, don't fuss, pa!— Just throw back my veil, Charley-thereOh, bother! why couldn't he kiss me Without mussing up all my hair!— Your arm, Charley, there goes the organWho'd think there would be such a crowd? Oh, I mustn't look round, I'd forgottenSee, Charley, who was it that bowed? Why-it's Nelly Allaire with her husbandShe's awfully jealous, I know; 'Most all of my things were imported, And she had a home-made trousseau, And there's Annie Wheeler - Kate Hermon, I didn't expect her at all, If she's not in that same old blue satin Is that Fanny Wade?-Edith Pearton— I knew they'd not miss my wedding— Don't get it all over my veil No! you take the other seat, Charley, •EXCE• GEORGE A. BAKER, JR. TO YOUNGSTERS. GOLDEN hair and eyes of blue, What won't they do?—what won't they do? My word for 't, youngster, they'll appear. Raven hair and eyes of night Undo the boys (it serves 'em right); They'll drive you, Hopeful, to despair. Shapely hands and arms of snow, They know their charm, my boy, they know; Before you know it, they'll be here, Hands, and hair, and lips, and eyes— A touch, a tress, a glance, a sigh, And then, my boy, good-by-good-by! From "The Century Magazine." JOHN VANCE CHENEY. THE HAT. Recited by M. Coquelin, of the Comédie Française. [In Paris, monologues are the fashion. Some are in verse; some are in prose. At every matinée, dinner-party, or soirée the mistress of the entertainment makes it her duty to provide some little scenic recitation, to be gone through by Saint-Germain or Coquelin. One which recently enjoyed great success entitled "The Hat," we here offer in an English version.] Mise en Scène: A gentleman holding his hat. WELL, yes! On Tuesday last the knot was tied Tied hard and fast; that can not be denied. I'm caught, I'm caged, from the law's point of view, Before two witnesses, good men and true. I'm licensed, stamped: undo the deed who can; Three hundred francs made me a married man. Who would have thought it! Married! How? What for? I who was ranked a strict old bachelor; I who through halls with married people crammed Infused a kind of odor of the damned; I who declined—and gave lame reasons why- less; I whom all mothers slander and despise, Beyond-a doubt! |