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In these light moods, I call to mind,
To some dread sorrow undefined,—
He railed at women's faith as Cant
Alas, not e'en the great go free
His lot, he oft would gravely urge,
The Billows of Despair.
We dreamed it true. We never knew
What gentler ears he told it to.
We, bound with him in common care,
Resolved to Thought and Diet spare
Our lives to dedicate ;
We, truly, in no common sense
Deserved his closest confidence!
But soon, and yet, though soon, too late,
That all superior mind,
He dared to speak of Etiquette.
The verse that we severe had known,
A fond effeminate monotone
Of eyebrows, lips, and hair;
Nay worse. He, once sublime to chaff, Grew whimsically sore
If we but named a photograph
We found him simpering o'er ;
Then worse again. He tried to dress; He trimmed his tragic mane; Announced at length (to our distress) He had not "lived in vain" ;Thenceforth his one prevailing mood Became a base beatitude.
And O Jean Paul, and Fate, and Soul !
His very hat had changed its brim ;—
Our course was clear,-WE BANISHED HIM!
BE seated, pray. "A grave appeal "?
The sufferers by the war, of course;
Ah, what a sight for us who feel,-
Museums turned to hospitals!
"And worse," you say;
"the wide distress!"
Alas, 'tis true distress exists,
Though, let me add, our worthy Press
Have no mean skill as colourists ;
Speaking of colour, next your seat
There hangs a sketch from Vernet's hand;
Some Moscow fancy, incomplete,
Yet not indifferently planned;
Note specially the gray old Guard,
But, as regards the present war,—
You hesitate. For my part, I—
That "Charity begins at Home."
My so-named "Hunt"? The girl's a gem ;
And look how those lean rascals snatch
"But your appeal 's for home,"—you say,For home, and English poor! Indeed! I thought Philanthropy to-day
Was blind to mere domestic need
However sore-Yet though one grants
That home should have the foremost claims,
At least these Continental wants
Assume intelligible names;
While here with us-Ah! who could hope
To verify the varied pleas,
Or from his private means to cope
With all our shrill necessities!