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JOHN G. SAXE.
AIR.—"The Charming Woman." “ YOU'RE clever at drawing, I own,"
Said my beautiful cousin, Lisette, As we sat by the window, alone,
“But, say, can you paint a coquette ?" "She's painted already," quoth I;
“Nay, nay," said the laughing Lisette, “Now, none of your joking—but try
And paint me a thorough coquette.”
“Well, cousin,” at once I began
In the ear of the eager Lisette, " I'll paint you as well as I can
That wonderful thing, a coquette. She wears a most beautiful face" (“Of course !” said the pretty Li
sette) " And isn't deficient in grace,
Or else she were not a coquette.
“ And then she is daintily made ”
(A smile from the dainty Lisette),
She's the winningest ways with the
beaux" - ("Keep on!” said the winning Li
sette) “But there isn't a man of them know's
The mind of the fickle coquette !
“She knows how to weep and to sigh
(A sigh from the tender Lisette), “But her weeping is all in my eye
Not that of the cunning coquette. In short, she's a creature of art” (“O, hush !” said the frowning Li.
sette), “ With merely the ghost of a heart
Enough for a thorough coquette. “ And yet I could easily prove” (“Now, don't !” said the angry Li
sette), “The lady is always in love
In love with herself—the coquette. There--do not be angry-you know,
My dear little cousiu Lisette, You told me a moment ago,
To paint you--a thorough coquette."
steaming, Tis nought but of fighting he's dream
Where mischief does dwell
ney, Who rode all on foot from Killarney,
Beware of his smile,
Mind your eye all the while,
A drop of the rale,
MISS ELLEN GEE, OF KEW.
AIR.-" There's nae luck." PEERLESS, yet hopeless maid of Q,
Together sip our T.
Sent midst the flowers a B;
If ever I catch U,
I'll change your stinging Q.
Across the Atlantic C;
To distant O Y E.
Salt as the briny C,
L N exclaimed, eto. Then fare thee ill, insensate B,
Which stung nor yet knew Y, Since not for wealthy Durham's C
Would I have lost my I.
They bear with tears poor L NG
In funeral RA,
L N exclaimed, etc. Ye nymphs of Q, then shuu each B,
List to the reason Y; For should A B C U at T,
He'll surely sting your I. Now in a grave L deep in Q,
She's cold as cold can B ; Whilst robins sing upon A U, Her dirge and LEG.
L N exclaimed, etc.
DOMESTIC ASIDES ;
This visit, Mrs. Skinner-
(The wretch has come to dinner!) Your daughters, too — what loves of
girlsWhat heads for painters' casels! Come here, and kiss the infant, dears-
(And give it, prhaps, the measles I )