IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY It guides, directs his every act, I mean (Too late! (Opening his locket.) Look, Helen, that's the heather! Here come both Aunts together.) What heather, Sir? HELEN. (After a pause.) And why ..."too late?" -Aunt Dora, how you've made us wait! Don't you agree that it's a pity Portraits are hung by the Committee? THE LAST DESPATCH HURRAH! the Season's past at last; Dear "Pater," if you only knew How much I've longed for home and you,Our own green lawn and leisure! And then the pets! One half forgets The dear dumb friends-in Babel. I hope my special fish is fed;— I long to see poor Nigra's head Pushed at me from the stable ! I long to see the cob and "Reb,"- And won't we read in "Traveller's Rest"! One misses your dear kindly store One misses, too, your kind bon-mot;- THE LAST DESPATCH How tired one grows of "calls and balls"! I'm longing, quite, for "Notes on Knox"; For holding Notes and Queries!) A change of place would suit my case. How's Lavender? My love to her. Does Briggs still flirt with Flowers?— Has Hawthorn stubbed the common clear?— You'll let me give some picnics, Dear, And ask the Vanes and Towers? I met Belle Vane. "HE'S" still in Spain ! Sir John won't let them marry. Aunt drove the boys to Brompton Rink; And No. You know what "No" I mean- The Benedick I have in view Must be a something wholly new, One's father's far too pleasant. So hey, I say, for home and you! Balls, beaux, and Bolton-row, adieu! Till then, your Own Fond-MILLY. WHEN I called at the "Hollies " to-day, In the room with the cedar-wood presses, Aunt Deb. was just folding away What she calls her "memorial dresses." She'd the frock that she wore at fifteen,- That she wears in her portrait by Lawrence; She'd the "jelick" she used—" as a Greek,” (!) She'd the habit she got her bad fall in; She had e'en the blue moiré antique That she opened Squire Grasshopper's ball in :— New and old they were all of them there :- She had hung them each over a chair |