PLAYS

ALAS, how soon the hours are over
Counted us out to play the lover!
And how much narrower is the stage
Alloted us to play the sage!

But when we play the fool, how wide
The theatre expands! beside,

How long the audience sit before us: How many prompters, what a chorus!

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

FASHION

FAIR Eve devised a walking-suit

Of jungle grasses, soft and crimpy; She thought it rather neat and cute Till Adam grunted, "Pretty skimpy!"

A cloak of palm-leaves, sought for miles, She made, and came to be admired; But Adam said, "The silly styles

You women wear just make me tired!"

She built herself a little hat

Of lilies (Eve was very clever),

And asked him what he thought of that? And Adam blurted, “Well, I never!”

So next she placed upon her head

A feathered three-by-four Creation.

The little word that Adam said

Is barred from parlor conversation.

ve refused to be a dowd,

tied an autumn-tinted sash on. ress to please myself!" she vowed, r what does Adam know of fashion?

t use to seek applause from him? scoffs and says I cannot reason! then, my law shall be my whim

1 that shall change with every season."

when, revolving cycles bring

egayest fashions and the queerest; Eve declares, "It's just the thing!" d Adam murmurs, "Is it, dearest?"

ARTHUR GUITERMAN

MY FANCY

I PAINTED her a gushing thing,
With years perhaps a score;
I little thought to find they were
At least a dozen more;

My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly, auburn head;

I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning

They tingled very much;

I own that I could wish her

A somewhat lighter touch; And if you were to ask me how Her charms might be improved, I would not have them added to, But just a few removed!

She has the bear's ethereal grace, The bland hyena's laugh,

MY FANCY

The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of the giraffe.

I love her still, believe me,

Though my heart its passion hides; She is all my fancy painted her,"

But, oh, how much besides!

LEWIS CARROLL