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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,

IF

Beckon and nod, a melodrama through,
I would not turn abstractedly away, sir,
If I were you!

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 Puffer, 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!

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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.

NELLIE.

Ask me to dance.

I'd say no more about it,

If I were you!

[Waltz-Exeunt.

A DIALOGUE FROM PLATO.

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

I'

CLAUDE TILLIER.

"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

—and you?"

"You're reading Greek ?" "I am-
"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.""

She smiled.

"My book in turn avers

(No author's name is stated)

That sometimes those Philosophers

Are sadly mis-translated."

"But hear,-the next 's in stronger style:

The Cynic School asserted

That two red lips which part and smile
May not be controverted !"

She smiled once more- "" My book, I find,
Observes some modern doctors
Would make the Cynics out a kind
Of album-verse concoctors."

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Then I-"Why not? Ephesian law,

No less than time's tradition,

Enjoined fair speech on all who saw
DIANA'S apparition.""

She blushed-this time. "If Plato's page No wiser precept teaches,

Then I'd renounce that doubtful sage,

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And walk to Burnham-beeches."

Agreed," I said. "For Socrates

(I find he too is talking)

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