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AN IDYL OF THE PERIOD.
“ 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."
“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?
Ran his neck right in the noose.
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
Luckily the lights were dim.
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,
So I let him, just for fun !
To trifle with his feelings, dear;
A TINY TRAGEDY.