N STYLE
AFRAID
YE RETORT EXASPERATING
A RHYMING REVERIE
A SURE WINNER
TANTALIZATION
HIS USUAL FATE
ON TWO LETTERS FROM HER
A SERENADE--EN DEUX LANGUES
WHEN A GIRL SAYS "NO"
UNCERTAINTY
HER PECULIARITIES
TYING THE STRINGS OF HER SHOE
WHEN YOU ARE REJECTED
A BACHELOR'S VIEWS
MY CIGARETTE
DISCOVERED
THE ICE IN THE PUNCH
THE TALE OF A BROKEN HEART
WHERE DID YOU GET IT?
NO
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S TEMPEST
THE ABUSED GALLANT
AFTER THE BALL
VANITY FAIR
FOR THE LONG VOYAGE

Kings
&
Queens
&
Bowers

The Perfect Face.

The Graces, on a summer day,
Grew serious for a moment; yea,
They thought in rivalry to trace
The outline of a perfect face.

Each used a rosebud for a brush,
And, while it glowed with sunset's blush,
Each painted on the evening sky,
And each a star used for the eye.

They finished. Each a curtaining cloud
Drew back, and each exclaimed aloud:
"Behold, we three have drawn the same,
From the same model!" Ah, her name?

I know. I saw the pictures grow.
I saw them falter, fade, and go.
I know the model. Oft she lures
My heart. The face, my sweet, was yours.

The Moonlight Sonata.

The notes still float upon the air,
Just as they did that night.
I see the old piano there,--
Oh, that again I might!

Her young voice haunts my eager ear;
Her hair in the candle-light
Still seems an aureole,--a tear
Is my spectroscope to-night.

I hear her trembling tell me "No,"
And I know that she answered right
But I throw a kiss to the stars, and though
She be wed she will dream to-night.

The Kiss

Over the green fields, over the snow,
Something I send thee, something I throw.
No one can guess it; no one can know.

Light as a feather, quick as the eye;
Thin as a sunbeam, deep as the sky;
Worthless, but something a queen could not buy.

Ah, you have caught it, love! How do I know?
Sweet, there are secrets lost ages ago.
Lovers learn all of them. Smile not,--'tis so.

The Bride.

Before her mirror, robed in spotless white,
She stands and, wondering, looks at her own face,
Amazed at its new loveliness and grace.
Smiling and blushing at the pretty sight,
So fraught is she with innocent delight,
She