... S _ CO Being in Some Respects a Segiuel to (>ne of r Us By Gilbert Framkau. xviii. Muse hitherto immune from all New-writis Suffers a short attack of Chumleigh-itis. SAD fact it is, that we who woo to-morrow With classic metres and Parnassian diction Must needs or soon or late, to Muse's sorrow, Acknowledge form a damnable restriction: Wherefore your pardon, Garforth, an I borrow The style ...

... AND STILL TIIE Y COME. (to the jiixok poets.) A grey goosequill is a nag at will, And foolscap white a plain, A cult complete is stirrup to the feet, And rhyme is a jingling rein. One shaft of wit is a lance most fit, Conceit is a splendid spur, And a good thick hide sure shield for the side, Lest the critic prove a cur. Are ye not well 'quipt Let your hacks he whipt, The windmill whirls ...

... . I '111 somewhat of a bard the fact is I 'in master at all sorts of lines, And just to keep myself in practice I wrote some pretty valentines. And now I see how deep my folly No wonder I am feeling blue n wnndnr T ant momiifin nl v I know no girls to send them to -Judge. ...

... . She calls me up; and Jimmy smiles, For A lady wants you, Sir! And then, across a dozen miles, I stand and talk with her. Her laugh has just its clear, sweet ring, Her voice its natural tone, But, hang it all! I miss one thing I can't be kissed by telephone Neiv York Life. ...

... THE TIREI) MARQUIS. A Study in Emancipation.) There was a merry Marquis once, who tired of London town, And longed to lead a lambkin's life upon some lazy down; Quite bored by Courts (he'd tried all sorts!) and sick of cigarettes. He sighed for those Arcadian Vales where there are no more debts! So, mounting on his Arab steed, he rode from Belgrave Square, On, on, and on, until he reached-- ...

... . one was a summer maiden, Slender, seductive, and fair He was a Harvard student, With a very distinguished air. They drove, they danced, and they boated, And flirted away the days He talked of college and football, And she of society's ways. But oft on the moonlit evenings, When they sauntered along the shore, They murmured of dearer topics That figure in lovers' lore. Yet they parted at last ...

... IN AOEA GLEN. In yon valley I had friends once, There I have friends no more, For lowly lies the rafter And the lintel of the door. The friends are all departed, The hearth-stone's black and cold, And sturdy grows the nettle On the place I loved of old. The fires were scarce in ember, Or the windows blank and dim, And the song was scarce concluded, Or the garden out of trim, When up came good ...

... . If all the M-orld were right, Hon- fair our love n-ould grow At what a golden height Its spotless flower could blow Through uhat untroubled air Its fragrant boughs n-ould spread! On fruit how sn-eet and rare Should we be freely fed! But, ah! u-hat could n-e tend With sorrow and delight? Our hearts how should n-e spend If all the n-orld M'cre right? DOI.LIE EADFOED. ...

... OMAE AT MAELOW. BY GRANT ALLEN. Too long have we dallied, my Omar, too long, With metres austere and iambic: A rapider measure I ask for my song, Anapæstic, abrupt, dithyrambic. The reddest of roses my locks shall entwine, And-- ho there! Luigi or Carlo! A beaker this way of the ruddiest wine That lurks in the cellars of Marlow! Is it chance, is it fate, that has guided our crew To a nook by ...

... Within an album quaint, to read With you of love is sweet indeed And yet such words--'- affection's token-- Methinks wire sweeter still if spoken 1 nmu uou lull its panes by. maiden fair, and let us try- Cora Ruscii. ...

... In the summer she lingers for hours In her garden 'mid blossoming bowers Her pretty while gown Which is softer than down. Set off by the roses and flowers. Hf I (jsrca:-/ ...

... . Parson Dear me, Jim; this is terrible! You're drunk again! Jim When did yer riverence see me shober lasht P arson M-- well I really don't remember. Jim exuberantly Then 'o\v d' yer know I'm drunk again ...