Or Two of them. Forthwith Despair- Where I might hide and dwell forgotten, 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, 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, If I were you! NELLIE. If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, 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, 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; "It is the cause. FRANK. 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! 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. A DIALOGUE FROM PLATO. "Le temps le mieux employé est celui qu'on perd." 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,- -a maze Of muslin mixed with roses. "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, tos,- · Beneath a Dolly Varden.'" |