Our love was like most other loves- And "Fly not yet "-upon the river; Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows-and then we parted. We parted; months and years rolled by; Our meeting was all mirth and laughter: WINTHROP M. PRAED. TU QUOQUE. An Idyl in the Conservatory. NELLIE. If I were you, when ladies at the play, sir, FRANK. If I were you, when persons I affected I would, at least, pretend I recollected, NELLIE. If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two, I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish, If I were you! FRANK. If I were you, who vow you can not suffer If I were you! NELLIE. If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter, FRANK. No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter, NELLIE. Really! you would? Why, Frank, you're quite delightful Hot as Othello, and as black of hue; Borrow my fan. I would not look so frightful, If I were you! FRANK. "It is the cause"-I mean your chaperon is NELLIE. Go, if you will. At once! and by express, sir! FRANK. No-I remain. To stay and fight a duel Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to doAh, you are strong-I would not then be cruel, If I were you! NELLIE. One does not like one's feelings to be doubted, FRANK. One does not like one's friends to misconstrue,— NELLIE. If I confess that I a wee-bit pouted?— FRANK. I should admit that I was piqué, too. NELLIE. Ask me to dance. I'd say no more about it, If I were you! (Waltz.-Exeunt.) AUSTIN DOBSON. INCOGNITA. JUST for a space that I met her- It began when she feared it would wet her, So we tucked a great rug in the sashes, And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes, |