ON THE HURRY OF THIS TIME. (To F. G.) TH slower pen men used to write, WITH 66 Of old, when letters" were " polite; " In ANNA's, or in GEORGE'S days, They could afford to turn a phrase, Or trim a straggling theme aright. They knew not steam; electric light Too swiftly now the Hours take flight! Scant space have we for Art's delays, Whose breathless thought so briefly stays, We may not work - ah! would we might!With slower pen. "WHEN BURBADGE PLAYED." (To L. B.) WHEN Burbadge played, the stage was bare Of fount and temple, tower and stair; Two backswords eked a battle out; Two supers made a rabble rout; The Throne of Denmark was a chair! And yet, no less, the audience there This is the Actor's gift; to share When Burbadge played! A GREETING. (To W. C.) BUT once or twice we met, touched hands. A waste of tumbling-waters wide, - Time like a despot speeds his sands: A year he blots, a day he brands ; We walked, we talked by Thamis' side What makes a friend? What filmy strands Are these that turn to iron bands? What knot is this so firmly tied That naught but Fate can now divide? – Ah, these are things one understands But once or twice! AFTER WATTEAU. (To F. W.) “EMBARQUONS-NOUS!" I seem to go Against my will. 'Neath alleys low I bend, and hear across the air Across the stream - faint music rare, Whose cornemuse," whose "chalumeau "? Hark! was not that a laugh I know? The silk sail flaps, light breezes blow; You, with the love-knot in your hair, "Embarquons-nous ! " 66 IN TO ETHEL. (Who wishes she had lived "In teacup-times of hood and hoop, N teacup-times!" The style of dress could well express SIR PLUME'S Complete conceitedness, Could poise a clouded cane with care "In teacup-times!" The parts would fit precisely-yes: |