OH, MY GERALDINE Он, my Geraldine, No flow'r was ever seen so toodle um. You are my lum ti toodle lay, Pretty, pretty queen, Is rum ti Geraldine and something teen, That somethings all the night, You're fair as the rum ti lum ti sheen, From something-um, you know, Oh! rum! tum!! tum!!! my Geraldine. F. C. Burnand. THE PARTERRE I DON'T know any greatest treat It only want my charming miss Who make to blush the self red rose; Oh! I have envy of to kiss The end's tip of her splendid nose. Oh! I have envy of to be What grass 'neath her pantoffle push, And too much happy seemeth me But I will meet her nose at nose, And indicate her all my woes, That she in fine agree my prayers. How to Ask and Have THE ENVOY I don't know any greatest treat 181 E. H. Palmer. HOW TO ASK AND HAVE "OH, 'tis time I should talk to your mother, Sweet Mary," says I; "Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary, "For my mother says men are decaivers, "Then, suppose I should talk to your father, Sweet Mary," says I; "Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary, Beginning to cry: "For my father he loves me so dearly, He'll never consent I should go;— If you talk to my father," says Mary, "He'll surely say 'No.'" "Then how shall I get you, my jewel, Sweet Mary?" says I; "If your father and mother's so cruel, Most surely I'll die!" "Oh, never say die, dear," says Mary; "A way now to save you I see: Since my parents are both so conthrairy, You'd better ask me." Samuel Lover. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY Of all the girls that are so smart, There's ne'er a lady in the land That's half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. Her father he makes cabbage-nets, And through the streets does cry them; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy them: But sure such folk can have no part She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days are in the week, I dearly love but one day, And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday; For then I'm dressed, all in my best, To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And lives in our alley. False Love and True Logic My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed, Because I leave him in the lurch, I leave the church in sermon time, She is the darling of my heart, When Christmas comes about again, Oh, would it were ten thousand pounds, For she's the darling of my heart, My master, and the neighbors all, A slave, and row a galley: But when my seven long years are out, And then how happily we'll live— But not in our alley. 183 Henry Carey. FALSE LOVE AND TRUE LOGIC THE DISCONSOLATE My heart will break-I'm sure it will: Who seemed my own through good and ill- THE COMFORTER Ah! silly sorrower, weep no more; Laman Blanchard. PET'S PUNISHMENT O, IF my love offended me, If then she, like a naughty girl, If still she tried to sulk and sigh, But should she clench her dimpled fists, Or contradict her betters, I'd manacle her tiny wrists And if she dared her lips to pout, J. Ashby-Sterry. AD CHLOEN, M.A. FRESH FROM HER CAMBRIDGE EXAMINATION LADY, very fair are you, And your eyes are very blue, And your hose; And your brow is like the snow, And the various things you know, |