Much on Resource herself she prided,—

To choose a Hat. Forthwith she flies

On that momentous Enterprise.

Whether to Petit or Legros,

I know not: only this I know ;

Head-dresses then, of any Fashion,

Bore Names of Quality or Passion.
Myrtilla tried them, almost all:

"Prudence," she felt, was somewhat small;

“Retirement” seemed the Eyes to hide;

"Content," at once, she cast aside.

"Simplicity," "—twas out of place;

"Devotion," for an older face:

Briefly, Selection smaller grew,

"Vexatious! odious!"-none would do!

Then, on a sudden, she espied

One that she thought she had not tried;
Becoming, rather," edged with green,"

Roses in yellow, Thorns between.

"Quick! Bring me that!" 'Tis brought. "Complete,

Divine, Enchanting, Tasteful, Neat,"

In all the Tones. "And this you call—?”

"ILL-NATURE,' Madame. It fits all."

HORTENSE.

A thousand thanks! So naively turned !

ARMANDE.

So useful too,-to those concerned !

'Tis yours?

M. LOYAL.

Ah no,-some cynic wit's ;

And called (I think)

(Placing his hat upon his breast,)

"The Cap that Fits."

(They enter the Châlet.)

You are as changing, Child,-as Men.

NINON.

But are they? Is it true, I mean?

Who said it?

NINETTE.

Sister SERAPHINE.

She was so pious and so good,

With such sad eyes beneath her hood,

And such poor little feet,-all bare !

Her name was EUGÉNIE LA FÈRE.

She used to tell us,-moonlight nights,—

When I was at the Carmelites.

NINON.

Ah, then it must be right. And yet,

Suppose for once-suppose, NINETTE

But what?———

NINETTE.

Well, as to that, he must be tall,

Or say, not "tall,”—of middle size;

And next, he must have laughing eyes,