A MUSICAL BOX. Not a bonnet in church but she knows it well, And Paris her earthly paradise. She's perfect to whirl with in a waltz; And her shoulders show well on a soft divan, As she lounges at night and spreads her silks, And plays with her bracelets and flirts her fan, With a little laugh at whatever you say, And rounding her "No" with a look of surprise, And lisping her "Yes" with an air distrait, And a pair of aimless, wandering eyes. Her duty this Christian never omits! She makes her calls, and she leaves her cards, And enchants a circle of half-fledged wits, And slim attachés and six-foot Guards. Her talk is of people, who're nasty or nice, While she seasons their sweetness by way of spice, Is this the thing for a mother or wife? You exhaust in a day her full extent, 'Tis the same little tinkle of tunes always, You must wind her up with a compliment. To be bored with the only airs she plays. W. W. STORY. THE MAIDEN'S CHOICE GENTEEL in personage, Conduct and equipage; Noble by heritage, Generous and free; Brave, not romantic; Learned, not pedantic; Frolic, not frantic: This must he be. Honor maintaining, Still entertaining, Engaging and new; Neat, but not finical; Sage, but not cynical; Never tyrannical, But ever true. HENRY FIELDING. THE WIDOW AND CHILD. HOME they brought her warrior dead; "She must weep, or she will die! Then they praised him, soft and low; Yet she neither spake nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Rose a nurse of ninety years, Like summer tempest came her tears: ALFRED TENNYSON. SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT. And the startled little waves, that leap Then a mile of warm, sea-scented beach; And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Round the cape, of a sudden, came the sea, - ROBERT BROWNING SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT. SHE was a phantom of delight To be a moment's ornament: |