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

mon,-
I didn't expect her at all,-
If she's not in that same old blue satin

She wore at the Charity Ball!
Is that Fanny Wade ?- Edith Pearton-

And Emma, and Jo-all the girls?

I knew they'd not miss my wedding

I hope they'll all notice my pearls.
Is the carriage there?-give me my cloak,

Jane-
Don't get it all over my veil-
No! you take the other seat, Charley,
I need all this for my trail.

GEORGE A. BAKER, JR.

GOLDEN hair and eyes of blue,-
What won't they do?—what won't they do?
Eyes of blue and locks of gold-
My boy, you'll learn before you're old.
The gaitered foot, the taper waist-
Be not in haste, be not in haste;
Before your chin sprout twenty spear,
My word for 't, youngster, they'll appear.

Raven hair and eyes of night
Undo the boys (it serves 'em right);
Eyes of night and raven hair,
They'll drive you, Hopeful, to despair.
The drooping curl, the downward glance,
They're only waiting for the chance;
At nick of time they'll sure appear,
Depend upon it, laddie dear.
Shapely hands and arms of snow,
They know their charm, my boy, they know;
Flexile wrists and fleckless hands,
The lass that has them understands.
The cheeks that blush, the lips that smile-
A little while, a little while-
Before you know it, they'll be here,
And catch you napping, laddie dear.
Hands, and hair, and lips, and eyes-
'Tis there the tyro's danger lies.
You'll meet them leagued, or one by one;
In either case the mischief's done.

A touch, a tress, a glance, a sigh,
And then, my boy, good-by-good-by!
God help you, youngster! keep good cheer;
Coax on your chin to twenty spear.

JOHN VANCE CHENEY. From “The Century Magazine."

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

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

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 whyFive, six, good comfortable matches; I Who every morning when I came to dress Found I had one day more, and some hairs

less;

I whom all mothers slander and despise,
Because girls find no favor in my eyes
Married! A married man! Beyond-a-

doubt!