flirt in earnest and some flirt in fun;
It's worth all the rash,
Reckless spending of cash,
All the dresses you spoil,
All the tempers you roil,
Down at the beach,--
If a man's within reach.

It's better than sleigh-rides, cotillons, or teas,
It makes the dull Patriarch's knickerbocked knees
Shake in the dance,
And then one has a chance,
If one's pretty and smart,
With a tongue not too tart,
Of presenting papaw
With a new son-in-law,
Down at the beach,--
If a man's within reach.

A Drop Too Much.

I praised her hair, I praised her lips,
She looked up with surprise;
I bowed to kiss her finger-tips,
And then she dropped her eyes.

I said love ruled the world; that I
Adored her; called her "Nan."
She merely looked a little shy,
And then she dropped her fan.

I took the hint, and at her feet
I knelt--yes, quite absurd;
But oh, my fond heart wildly beat
To hear her drop a word.

I told her all: my talents few,
My direful lack of pelf.
(We all have erred.) She said "Adieu,"
And then dropped me myself.

Ingratitude.

Last night young Cupid lost his way,
And came to me to find it.
He'd been a truant all the day,
But didn't seem to mind it.

I put him in a hansom then
For home, and feed the cabby;
But my reward was what most men
Would call extremely shabby.

He got his bow and arrows out,
And pierced my heart, nor tarried,
But drove away ere I could shout,
"Great Heavens, Cupe, I'm married!"

A Few Resolutions.

(_With Reservations_)

He shall never know that I love him--
Until he asks if I do.
And I'll feel very much above him--
When he stoops to tie my shoe.

And I shall never kiss him--
Until he kisses me.
And I shall never miss him--
Till he sails over the sea.

And I shall never wed him,
Nor call myself his bride--
Till Cupid and I have led him
Right up to the minister's side.

A Dilemma.

A letter for me,
From the girl that I love!
Just penned by her hand
And caressed by her glove.
A jewel--a gem--ah!
A letter from Emma.

A letter for me,
Oh, what joy, what surprise!
Just kissed by her lips--
At least, b