BALLADE OF THE DEVIL-MAY-CARE

So, while the fanciful hours go by,

I gaily reap what the simpletons sow. Fresh with their bloom are the fruits I try, Butterfly lovering, to and fro.

Then here's to the lady who wears her beau On and off, like a dainty glove!

And here's to the zephyrs that all-ways

blow

Life is too short to be "dead in love!"

ENVOY

Prince, who cares for the coming snow,
Butterfly lovering, to and fro?

Why should a man be a turtle-dove?
Life is too short to be "dead in love!"

GELETT BURGESS

THE BACHELOR'S DREAM

r pipe is lit, my grog is mixed, y curtains drawn and all is snug; d Puss is in her elbow-chair, id Tray is sitting on the rug. ast night I had a curious dream, iss Susan Bates was Mistress Mogg – hat d'ye think of that, my cat? 'hat d'ye think of that, my dog?

me looked so fair, she sang so well,
could but woo and she was won;
Iy self in blue, the bride in white,
"he ring was placed, the deed was done!
■way we went in chaise-and-four,

As fast as grinning boys could flog
What d'ye think of that, my cat?
What d'ye think of that, my dog?

What loving tête-à-têtes to come!
But tête-à-têtes must still defer!

THE BACHELOR'S DREAM

When Susan came to live with me,
Her mother came to live with her!
With Sister Belle she could n't part,
But all my ties had leave to jog
What d'ye think of that, my cat?
What d'ye think of that, my dog?

The mother brought a pretty Poll
A monkey too, what work he made!
The sister introduced a beau
My Susan brought a favorite maid.
She had a tabby of her own,

A snappish mongrel christened Gog — What d'ye think of that, my cat? What d'ye think of that, my dog?

The monkey bit

- the parrot screamed,

All day the sister strummed and sung;
The petted maid was such a scold!
My Susan learned to use her tongue;
Her mother had such wretched health,

She sate and croaked like any frog

THE BACHELOR'S DREAM at d'ye think of that, my cat? nat d'ye think of that, my dog?

› longer Deary, Duck, and Love,
soon came down to simple "M!"
he very servants crossed my wish,
y Susan let me down to them.
he poker hardly seemed my own,
might as well have been a log

What d'ye think of that, my cat?
What d'ye think of that, my dog?

My clothes they were the queerest shape!
Such coats and hats she never met!
My ways they were the oddest ways!

My friends were such a vulgar set!
Poor Tomkinson was snubbed and huffed,
She could not bear that Mister Blogg
What d'ye think of that, my cat?
What d'ye think of that, my dog?

At times we had a spar, and then
Mamma must mingle in the song -

THE BACHELOR'S DREAM

The sister took a sister's part —
The maid declared her master wrong ·
The parrot learned to call me "Fool!"
My life was like a London fog -
What d'ye think of that, my cat?
What d'ye think of that, my dog?

My Susan's taste was superfine,
As proved by bills that had no end;
I never had a decent coat

I never had a coin to spend!

She forced me to resign my club,
Lay down my pipe, retrench my grog

What d'ye think of that, my cat?
What d'ye think of that, my dog?

Each Sunday night we gave a rout
To fops and flirts, a pretty list;
And when I tried to steal away,
I found my study full of whist!
Then, first to come, and last to go,
There always was a Captain Hogg -