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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 forgotten
See, Charley, who was it that bowed? Why--it's Nelly Allaire with her husband
She'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 Her
She wore at the Charity Ball!
And Emma, and Jo-all the girls?
I knew they'd not miss my wedding
I hope they'll all notice my pearls.
GEORGE A. BAKER, JR.
GOLDEN hair and eyes of blue,-
Raven hair and eyes of night
A touch, a tress, a glance, a sigh,
JOHN VANCE CHENEY. From “The Century Magazine."
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
tiedTied 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
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 whyFive, six, good comfortable matches; I Who every morning when I came to dress Found I had one day more, and some hairs
I whom all mothers slander and despise,