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There was Lucy, who'd "tiffed" with her first,

And who threw me as soon as her third came; There was Norah, whose cut was the worst,

For she told me to wait till my "berd" came;

Pale Blanche, who subsisted on salts ;

Blonde Bertha, who doted on Schiller;

Poor Amy, who taught me to waltz;

Plain Ann, that I wooed for the "siller;"

All danced round my head in a ring,

Like "The Zephyrs" that somebody painted,

All shapes of the sweet "she-thing "

Shy, scornful, seductive, and sainted,—

To my Wife, in the days she was young.

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'How, Sir,” says that lady, disgusted,

"Do you dare to include ME among

Your loves that have faded and rusted?"

"Not at all!"—I benignly retort.

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(I was just the least bit in a temper !)

Those, alas! were the fugitive sort,

But you are my-eadem semper !”

Full stop, and a Sermon. Yet think,

There was surely good ground for a quarrel,— She had checked me when just on the brink

Of—I feel—a remarkable Moral.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

"No more!" I said to Love.

"No more!

I scorn your baby-arts to know!

Not now am I as once of yore;

My brow the Sage's line can show!" "Farewell!" he laughed. "Farewell! I go !"—

And clove the air with fluttering track. "Farewell!" he cried far off ;-but lo!

He sent a Parthian arrow back!

"WHEN I SAW YOU LAST,

ROSE."

(VILLANELLE.)

WHEN I Saw you last, Rose,

You were only so high ;

How fast the time goes!

Like a bud ere it blows,

You just peeped at the sky,

When I saw you last, Rose!

Now your petals unclose,

Now your May-time is nigh ;—

How fast the time goes!

You would prattle your woes,

All the wherefore and why,

When I saw you last, Rose !

Now you leave me to prose,

And you seldom reply ;

How fast the time goes!

And a life,-how it grows!

You were scarcely so shy,

When I saw you last, Rose !

In your bosom it shows

There's a guest on the sly;

(How fast the time goes!)

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