Or Two of them. Forthwith Despair

More keen that one of these was rottenMoved me to seek some forest lair

Where I might hide and dwell forgotten, Attired in skins, by berries stained,

Absolved from brushes and ablution ;But, ere my sylvan haunt was gained,

Fate gave me up to execution.

I saw it all but now. The grin

That gnarled old Gardener Sandy's features; My father, scholar-like and thin,

Unroused, the tenderest of creatures; I saw-ah me-I saw again

My dear and deprecating mother; And then, remembering the cane,

Regretted—that I'd left the Other.

TU QUOQUE.

AN IDYLL IN THE CONSERVATORY.

-romprons-nous, Ou ne romprons-nous pas ?".

LE DÉPIT AMOUREUX.

NELLIE.
F I were you, when ladies at the play, sir,

Beckon and nod, a melodrama through,
I would not turn abstractedly away, sir,

If I were you !

IFT

FRANK.
If I were you, when persons I affected,

Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew, I would, at least, pretend I recollected,

If I were you !

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 cannot suffer

Whiff of the best,--the mildest "honey-dew,”
I would not dance with smoke-consuming Pufier,

If I were you !

NELLIE.
If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter,

Even to write the “Cynical Review";

FRANK,
No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter,

If I were you !

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

Bringing some well-curled juvenile. Adieu ! I shall retire. I'd spare that poor Adonis,

If I were you !

NELLIE. Go, if you will. At once! And by express, sir !

Where shall it be? To China-or Peru ? Go. I should leave inquirers my address, sir,

If I were you !

FRANK.
No, I remain. To stay and fight a duel

Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to do-
Ah, 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.

Ask me to dance.

If I were you !

N
I'd say no more about it,

(Waltz-Exeunt. A DIALOGUE FROM PLATO.

“ Le temps le mieux employé est celui qu'on perd."

CLAUDE TILLIER.

I

'D "read” three hours. Both notes and text

Were fast a mist becoming ;
In bounced a vagrant bee, perplexed,

And filled the room with humming,

Then out. The casement's leafage sways,

And, parted light, discloses Miss Di., with hat and book,

Of muslin mixed with roses.

a maze

“ You 're reading Greek?” “I am-and you ?”

“ O, mine 's a mere romancer !” “ So Plato is.” “ Then read him-do;

And I 'll read mine in answer.”

I read. “ My Plato (Plato, too,

That wisdom thus should harden !) Declares 'blue eyes look doubly blue

Beneath a Dolly Varden.''