g of
As she uttered that sigh
And she bit at her glove?

And pray what does it prove
That she stopped there to sigh,
When I told her my love
And she bit at her glove?

My Lady, you Blushed.

My lady, you blushed.
Was my love a surprise?
How quickly they hushed!

A curl of yours brushed
All else from my eyes.
My lady, you blushed.

You say that I gushed,
And they all heard my sighs?
How quickly they hushed!

Your roses were crushed;
_N'importe_ wherefores and whys.
My lady, you blushed.

The American Slave.

Come, muster your pleasantest smile, my dear,
And put on your prettiest gown.
Forget about Jack for a while, my dear,
His lordship has just come to town.

He's come here to get him a wife, my dear,
And you have been put up for sale
With a marvellous income for life, my dear,
To balance your side of the scale.

His lordship is feeble and old, my dear,--
What odds? All the sooner he'll die.
And he has a sore need of your gold, my dear:
See the good you can do if you'll try.

And then a real lady you'll be, my dear,
Not only by nature but name;
Mamma'll be so proud,--you can see, my dear,
No one thinks it, as you do, a shame.

So bend your proud head. Are you faint, my dear?
Keep the tears back, be buoyant and brave.
Keep that pose! Now a portrait we'll paint, my dear,
To be called "The American Slave."

Sell Her,--That's Right.

Sell her,--that's right! She is young, she is fair;
There's the light of the sun in the coils of her hair.
And her soul is as white as the first flakes of snow
That are falling to-night. 'T is a bargain, a "go"
Sell her,--that's right!

Sell her,--that's right! For a bag full of gold.
Put her down in your ledger, and label her "Sold"
She's only a beauty with somebody's name,
And the Church for a pittance will wash out the shame.
Sell her,--that's right!

Time and Place.

Hasten on! The mad moonlight is beaming
On the hatred and love 'twixt us two;
And it beams on the maid who is dreaming,
And the grave made for me or for you.

Time and place,--love and life in the balance,
Fear and hope in the glance of your eye.
Draw your blade! Forget not we are gallants
Who can lau