"First I go and make the patties, and the puddings and the jellies,

Then I make a sugar birdcage, which upon a table swell is ;

"Then I polish all the silver, which a supper-table lacquers;

Then I write the pretty mottoes which you find inside the crackers".

"Found at last!" I madly shouted.

man, you astound me !"

"Gentle pie

Then I waved the turtle soup enthusiastically round me.

And I shouted and I danced until he'd quite a crowd around him

And I rushed away exclaiming, "I have found him! I have found him !"

And I heard the gentle pieman in the road behind me trilling, "Tira! lira!' stop him, stop him! Tra! la ! la!' the soup's a shilling!"

But until I reached ELVIRA's home, I never, never waited,

And ELVIRA to her FERDINAND 's irrevocably mated!

LORENZO DE LARDY.

腿

JALILAH DE DARDY adored

The very correctest of cards,

LORENZO DE LARDY, a lord—

He was one of Her Majesty's Guards.

DALILAH DE DARDY was fat,

DALILAH DE DARDY was old-
(No doubt in the world about that)
But DALILAH DE DARDY had gold.

LORENZO DE LARDY was tall,
The flower of maidenly pets,
Young ladies would love at his call,
But LORENZO DE LARDY had debts.

His money-position was queer,

And one of his favourite freaks
Was to hide himself three times a year
In Paris, for several weeks.

Many days didn't pass him before
He fanned himself into a flame,

For a beautiful "DAM DU COMPTWORE,"
And this was her singular name:

ALICE EULALIE CORALINE

EUPHROSINE COLOMBINA THÉRÈSE

JULIETTE STEPHANIE CELESTINE

CHARLOTTE RUSSE DE LA SAUCE MAYON-
NAISE.

She booked all the orders and tin,
Accoutred in showy fal-lal,
At a two-fifty Restaurant, in
The glittering Palais Royal.

He'd gaze in her orbit of blue,

Her hand he would tenderly squeeze, But the words of her tongue that he knew Were limited strictly to these

"CORALINE CELESTINE EULALIE,
Houp là! Je vous aime, oui, mossoo,
Combien donnez moi aujourd'hui
Bonjour, Mademoiselle, parlez voo."

MADEMOISELLE DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISE
Was a witty and beautiful miss,
Extremely correct in her ways,

But her English consisted of this:

"Oh, my pretty man, if you please,

Blom boodin, biftek, currie lamb, Bouldogue, two franc half, quite ze cheese, Rosbif, me spik Angleesh godam."

He'd gaze in her eyes all the day,
Admiring their sparkle and dance,
And list while she rattled away

In the musical accents of France.

A waiter, for seasons before,

Had basked in her beautiful gaze,
And burnt to dismember MILORE,
He loved DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISE.

He said to her, "Méchante THÉRÈSE,
Avec désespoir tu m'accables.
Pense tu, DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISE,
Ses intentions sont honorables ?

"Flirtez toujours, ma belle, si tu ôses-
Je me vengerai ainsi, ma chère,

Je le dirai de quoi on compose

Vol au vent à la Financière !

LORD LARDY knew nothing of this-
The waiter's devotion ignored,
But he gazed on the beautiful miss,
And never seemed weary or bored.

The waiter would screw up his nerve,
His fingers he'd snap and he'd dance-
And LORD LARDY would smile and observe,
"How strange are the customs of France!"

Well, after delaying a space,

His tradesmen no longer would wait: Returning to England apace,

He yielded himself to his fate.