rvant Youth_.

Not much; not much. She knows it all;
She doth not need to learn.
She thinks of naught but rout or ball,
And which youth will be her'n.

She hustles for a diamond ring;
She cares not for her dad.
She does not make him anything,--
Except, she makes him mad.

Tying the Strings of her Shoe.

Tying the strings of her shoe,
With only the moon to see me.
Could I be quick? Could you?
That is the time to woo
What would any one do?
I tied no knot that would free me,
Tying the strings of her shoe,
With only the moon to see me.

When You are Rejected.

Don't say
"Good day,"
Then grab the door and slam it.
Be quite
Polite;
Go out, and then say, "---- it."

A Bachelor's Views.

A pipe, a book,
A cosy nook,
A fire,--at least its embers;
A dog, a glass;--
'T is thus we pass
Such hours as one remembers.

Who'd wish to wed?
Poor Cupid's dead
These thousand years, I wager.
The modern maid
Is but a jade,
Not worth the time to cage her.

In silken gown
To "take" the town
Her first and last ambition.
What good is she
To you or me
Who have but a "position"?

So let us drink
To her,--but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And _sans_ a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,--it's cheaper.

My Cigarette.

Ma pauvre petite,
My little sweet,
Why do you cry?
Why this small tear,
So pure and clear,
In each blue eye?

'My cigarette--
I'm smoking yet?'
(I'll be discreet.)
I toss it, see,
Away from me
Into the street.

You see I do
All things for you.
Come, let us sup.
(But oh, what joy
To be that boy
Who picked it up.)

Discovered.

AN EPISODE ON BEACON HILL.

You are frowning;
I don't wonder.
Reading Browning;
Hard as thunder!

Oh, excuse me;
You adore it?
You amuse me;
I abhor it.

Let me see it.
Who has taught you?
Now to me it--
Ah, I've caught you.

It _must_ be hard so
(Hence the frown?)
To read the bard so--
Upside down.

The Ice in the Punch.

The wail of the 'cello is soft, sweet, and low;
Th