When hearts are trumps | Page 9

Aprille foole."
A Rhyming Reverie.
It was a dainty lady's glove;
A souvenir to rhyme with love.
It was the memory of a kiss,
So called to make it rhyme with bliss.
There was a month at Mt. Desert,
Synonymous and rhymes with flirt.
A pretty girl and lots of style,
Which rhymes with happy for a while.
There came a rival old and bold,
To make him rhyme with gold and
sold.

A broken heart there had to be.
Alas, the rhyme just fitted me.
A Sure Winner.
Oh, treat me not with cold disdain,
My pretty maids of fashion;

Look upon the hearts you've slain,
And listen to my passion.
Though I am not so peerly proud
As men of higher station,
So
handsome that the madding crowd
Collects in admiration;
And have, perhaps, too great a store
Of sandy hair and freckles,
I've
mortgages and bonds galore,
And muchly many shekels.
You yet may journey league or mile
To wed, as you're aware.
Come,
cease your longing for mere style,
And take A. MILLIONNAIRE.
Tantalization.
She stands beneath the mistletoe
As though she did not know it.

She looks quite unconcerned, you know,
And pretty, yes,--but, blow
it,
I have to turn and walk away;
I'll have revenge anon.
She knows
quite well, alack the day,
That my wife is looking on.
His Usual Fate.
All one season
Lost to reason,
Breathing sea air
By the beach,
where
Young hearts mingle,
Love was playful
All the day full.

We were single.
Now with mournful
Looks and scornful
Turns he too us;
He is
through us,
Worried, harried.
Love is sighing;
Love is dying.

We are married.
On Two Letters from Her.

I wrote her a letter. It took her quite two
To answer it after she'd read
it.
My letter contained what perhaps even you
Have written,--at
least, you have said it.
My letter contained the old tale of a heart
That longed to be linked to
another;
And I told her to think on each separate part,
And ask the
advice of her mother.
She apparently did, for the very next mail
Brought me a message of
woe.
It took her two letters; they made me turn pale;
For they were
the letters "N" "O".
A Serenade--en Deux Langues.
Sous le maple, mort de night,
Avec le lune beams shining through,

Ecoutez-moi, mon hapless plight.
Je vous aime--qui lovez-vous?
Je plink les strings de mon guitar.
Il fait bien froid; J'am nervous, too.

Dites-moi, dites-moi ce que vous are?
Je vous aime; qui
lovez-vous?
Tu es si belle, je veux vous wed.
Mon père est riche--comme riche est
you?
Bonne nuit, adieu; J'ai cold in head.
Je vous aime--qui
lovez-vous.
When a Girl says "No."
When a girl says "Yes,"
There's a quick caress,
A kiss, a sigh,
A
melting eye.
There's a vision of things
That hard cash brings,--
A
winter at Nice
With a servant apiece,
A long yachting cruise,

Name in "personal news,"
Plenty of wine,
Two hours to dine;
But
it's different quite when a girl says "No."
When a girl says "No,"
It's so different, oh!
No kiss, ten sighs,

Two tear-dimmed eyes.
There's a vision of things
That poverty
brings,--
A winter complete
On Uneasy Street,
A temptation to

rob,
A twelve-dollar job,
A boarding-house meal,
And you pray a
new deal;
For it's different quite when a girl says "No."
Uncertainty.
Jenny has a laughing eye,
Yet she is most wondrous shy.
But why?
Jenny says she hates the men;
Still she'll marry. Artful Jen!
But when?
I've a rival who is rich;
With one of us sweet Jen will hitch.
But which?
Her Peculiarities.
The Question of the Learned Man.
How doth the little blushing maid
Employ each shining hour?
Doth
she, in sober thought arrayed,
Learn knowledge that is power?
Say, doth she mend her father's socks,
And cook his evening meal?

And doth she make her own sweet frocks
With adolescent zeal?
The Reply of the Observant 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?