THE LADIES OF ST. JAMES'S A PROPER NEW BALLAD OF THE COUNTRY AND THE TOWN "Phyllida amo ante alias."-VIRG. THE ladies of St. James's Go swinging to the play; Their footmen run before them, With a "Stand by! Clear the way!" But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! She takes her buckled shoon, When we go out a-courting The ladies of St. James's Wear satin on their backs; The ladies of St. James's! They are so fine and fair, You'd think a box of essences Was broken in the air : But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! The breath of heath and furze, When breezes blow at morning, Is not so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's! But Phyllida, my Phyllida! It trembles to a lily, It wavers to a rose. The ladies of St. James's! But Phyllida, my Phyllida! The ladies of St. James's! They have their fits and freaks; They smile on you—for seconds; They frown on you-for weeks: But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! Come either storm or shine, From Shrove-tide unto Shrove-tide, Is always true—and mine. My Phyllida-my Phyllida! THE OLD SEDAN CHAIR "What's not destroy'd by Time's devouring Hand? Where's Troy, and where's the May-Pole in the Strand?" -BRAMSTON'S "ART OF POLITICKS." IT T stands in the stable-yard, under the eaves, Propped up by a broom-stick and covered with leaves: It once was the pride of the gay and the fair, It is battered and tattered,—it little avails That once it was lacquered, and glistened with nails; For its leather is cracked into lozenge and square, Like a canvas by Wilkie,—that old Sedan chair! See, here came the bearing-straps; here were the holes For the poles of the bearers-when once there were poles ; It was cushioned with silk, it was wadded with hair, As the birds have discovered,—that old Sedan chair! "Where's Troy?" says the poet! Look,-under the seat, Is a nest with four eggs,-'tis the favoured retreat Of the Muscovy hen, who has hatched, I dare swear, Quite an army of chicks in that old Sedan chair! And yet-Can't you fancy a face in the frame Of the window,-some high-headed damsel or dame, Be-patched and be-powdered, just set by he stair, While they raise up the lid of that old Sedan |