There had been many other lodgers;
And she was not the ball-room's Belle,
But only Mrs. Something Rogers!

[Winthrop M. Praed

NOON

Those sailors, how outlandish
The face and form of each!
They deal in foreign gestures,
And use a foreign speech;
A tongue not learn'd near Isis,
Or studied by the Cam
Declares that you're in England,
And I'm at Rotterdam.

And now across a market
My doleful way I trace,

Where stands a solemn statue

The genius of the place:

And to the great Erasmus,
I offer my salaam :

Who tells me you're in England
But I'm at Rotterdam.

The coffee room is open,
I mingle in its crowd,
The dominos are noisy,
The hookahs raise a cloud;
The flavor, none of Fearon's,
That mingles with my dram,
Reminds me you're in England,
And I'm at Rotterdam.

Then here it goes, a bumper-
The toast it shall be mine,

In schiedam, or in sherry.
Tokay, or hock of Rhine;
It well deserves the brightest,
Where sunbeam ever swam-
"The Girl I Love in England,"
I drink at Rotterdam!

[Thomas Hood

ZOON

NOON

166

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BECAUSE

WEET NEA!--for your lovely sake
I weave these rambling numbers,
Because I've lain an hour awake,
And can't compose my slumbers;
Because your beauty's gentle light
Is round my pillow beaming,
And flings, I know not why, tonight,
Some witchery o'er my dreaming!

Because we've pass'd some joyous days,
And danced some merry dances;
Because we love old Beaumont's plays,
And old Froissart's romances !
Because whene'er I hear your words
Some pleasant feeling lingers:
Because I think your heart has cords
That vibrate to your fingers.

Because you've got those long soft curls,
I've sworn should deck my goddess :
Because you're not, like other girls,
All bustle, blush and bodice!
Because your eyes are deep and blue,
Your fingers long and rosy:
Because a little child and you

Would make one's home so cozy!