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AN IDYL OF THE PERIOD.

I.

“ COME right in-how are you, Fred ?

Find a chair and have a light.” “Well, old boy, recovered yet

From the Mathers' jam last night?" “ Didn't dance ; the german's old."

“ Didn't you? I had to leadAwful bore—but where were you?”

“Sat it out with Molly Meade; Jolly little girl she is—

Said she didn't care to dance, 'D rather have a quiet chat;

Then she gave me such a glance ! Gave me her bouquet to hold,

Asked me to draw off her glove ; Then, of course, I squeezed her hand,

Talked about my wasted life, Said my sole salvation must

Be a true and gentle wife.

Then, you know, I used my eyes ;

She believed me, every word, Almost said she loved me-Jove!

Such a voice I never heard ! Gave me some symbolic flower,

Had a meaning, Oh, so sweet! Don't know where it is, I'm sure,

Must have dropped it in the street. How I spooned ! and she-ha! ha!

Well, I know it wasn't right; But she did believe me so,

That I-kissed her. Pass a light."

II.

“Mollie Meade-well, I declare !

Who'd have thought of seeing you, After what occurred last night,

Out here on the avenue ? Oh, you awful, awful girl!

There, don't blush-I saw it all.” “Saw all what?" "Ahem! last night

At the Mathers' in the hall."

Oh, you horrid | where were you?

Wasn't he an awful goose?
Most men must be caught; but he

Ran his neck right in the noose.
I was almost dead to dance ;

I'd have done it if I could ; But old Gray said I must stop,

And I promised ma I would; So I looked up sweet and said

I had rather talk with him
Hope he didn't see my face;

Luckily the lights were dim.
Then, Oh, how he squeezed my hand !
And he looked up in

my

face With his great, big, lovely eyes

Really it's a dreadful case! He was all in earnest, too;

But I really thought I'd have to laughWhen he kissed a flower I gave,

Looking, Oh, like such a calf ! I suppose he has it now

In a wine-glass on his shelves ;

It's a mystery to me

Why men will deceive themselves. Saw him kiss me!' Oh, you wretch !

Well, he begged so hard for one,
And I thought there'd no one know-

So I let him, just for fun !
I know it wasn't really right

To trifle with his feelings, dear;
But men are such conceited things,
They need a lesson once a year.”

ANONYMOUS.

A TINY TRAGEDY.
PERIODIndefinite. SCENE-Anywhere.

ACT I.
A SHADY nook-
A rippling brook-

Moonlight;
A garden chair-
A youthful pair-

Delight!

ACT II. .

Troth plighted oft
In accents soft.

Oh, bliss !
Vow endless love-
(Cease, laughing Jove !)

And kiss.

ACT III.

A jealous thought-
The mischief 's wrought.

Untrue?
A haughty pout-
A cutting flout.

Adieu !

ACT IV.

A vessel starts:
In distant parts

He'll roam.

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