THE COQUETTE. JOHN G. SAXE. AIR." The Charming Woman." But, say, can you paint a coquette ?" "She's painted already," quoth I; Nay, nay," said the laughing Lisette, "Now, none of your joking-but try And paint me a thorough coquette." "Well, cousin," at once I began In the ear of the eager Lisette, "I'll paint you as well as I can That wonderful thing, a coquette. She wears a most beautiful face" ("Of course!" said the pretty Li sette) "And isn't deficient in grace, Or else she were not a coquette. "And then she is daintily made " P She's the winningest ways with the beaux" ("Keep on!" said the winning Li sette) "But there isn't a man of them knows The mind of the fickle coquette ! "She knows how to weep and to sigh" (A sigh from the tender Lisette), "But her weeping is all in my eyeNot that of the cunning coquette. In short, she's a creature of art" ("O, hush!" said the frowning Lisette), "With merely the ghost of a heartEnough for a thorough coquette. "And yet I could easily prove" ("Now, don't!" said the angry Lisette), "The lady is always in love In love with herself-the coquette. To paint you-a thorough coquette." O'BLARNEY. J. E. CARPENTER. On! have you not heard of O'Blarney, Who came all the way from Killarney, If you fear a black eye, Take warning and fly, For a broth of a boy is O'Blarney. When the potteen, that's whisky, is steaming, 'Tis nought but of fighting he's dreaming, And, och, I can tell Where mischief does dwell The shillelah of Paddy O'Blarney. Then should you e'er meet this O'Blar ney, Who rode all on foot from Killarney, Mind your eye all the while, A shillelah has Paddy O'Blarney! Though he looks so bewitchingly simple, Och, faith but he'd soon crack your pimple, And should he inhale A drop of the rale, Then fatal's the blow of O'Blarney! MISS ELLEN GEE, OF KEW. AIR.-"There's nae luck." PEERLESS, yet hopeless maid of Q, For oh! the fates, I know not Y, L N exclaimed, "Vile, spiteful B, On Jess'mine, rosebud, or sweet P I'll send you like a lamb or U, A stream runs from my wounded I, As rapid as the X or Y, The OIO or D. L N exclaimed, etc. Then fare thee ill, insensate B, They bear with tears poor L N G A clay-cold corse now doom'd to B, L N exclaimed, etc. Ye nymphs of Q, then shun each B, For should A B C U at T, L N exclaimed, etc. DOMESTIC ASIDES; T. HOOD. AIR.-"Yankee Doodle." I REALLY take it very kind This visit, Mrs. Skinner I have not seen you such an age(The wretch has come to dinner ! ) Your daughters, too—what loves of girls What heads for painters' casels ! Come here, and kiss the infant, dears(And give it, p'rhaps, the measles !) |