THE MASQUE OF THE MONTHS Laden deep with fruity cluster, Thou then, too, of woodlands lover, Next November, limping, battered, Last of all the shrunk December TWO SERMONS BETWEEN the rail of woven brass, That hides the "Strangers' Pew," I hear the gray-haired Vicar pass And somewhere on my left I see- A soft-eyed, girl St. Cecily, Who notes them-in a book. Ah, worthy GoODMAN,-sound divine! I know your theme, and I revere; Or how explain this need I feel,- Within my secret self to kneel To Faith,-to Purity! "AU REVOIR" "AU REVOIR" A DRAMATIC VIGNETTE SCENE. The Fountain in the Garden of the Luxembourg. It is surrounded by Promenaders. MONSIEUR JOLICOEUR. A LADY (unknown). 'TIS M. JOLICŒUR. 'IS she, no doubt. Brunette,-and tall: A charming figure, above all! This promises.-Ahem! THE LADY. And Monsieur's goodness has to say? M. JOLICEUR. Your note. THE LADY. (Reads) Forgive me.-Nay. "If Madame [I omit] will be Beside the Fountain-rail at Three, Beside the Fountain-rail at Three, Then Monsieur-possibly-may meet 6 INDISCREET.”” THE LADY (Scandalized). Ah, what a folly! 'Tis not true. I never met Monsieur. And you? Monsieur, malicious brains combine If Monsieur but . . . (hesitating). ... M. JOLICEUR (bowing). Rely on me. THE LADY (still hesitating). Monsieur, I know, will understand M. JOLICŒUR. Madame, I wait but your command. ... THE LADY. You are too good. Then condescend |