A Review.

One misses your clear kindly store Of fancies quaint and funny ; One misses , too , your kind Ion-mot , The Mayfair wit I mostly know Has more of gall than honey !

How tired one grows of " calls and balls !' This " toujours perdrix " wearies ; I'm longing quite for " Notes on Knox " ; ( ' A-propos , " I ' ve the loveliest box For holding Notes and Queries !)

A change of place would suit my case You'll take me ?—on probation ? As ¦ ' Lady-help , " then , let it be ; I feel ( as Lavender shall see ) , That Jams are my vocation !

How ' s Lavender ? My love to her . Does Briggs still flirt with Flowera 1—Has Hawthorn stubbed the common clear ?—You'll let me give some picnics , Dear , And ask the Vanes and Towers ?

I met Bell Vane . " HE ' " still in Spain Sir John won ' t let them marry . Aunt drove the boys to Broinpton Rink ; And Charley , —changing Charlie , —think , Is now " au mieux " with Carry !

And NO . You know what " No I mean There ' s no , one yet at present : The Benedick I have in view Must be a something wholly new , — One ' s father ' s far too pleasant .

So hey , I say , for home and you ! Good-bye to Piccadilly ; Balls , beaux , and Bolton Row , adieu ! Expect me , Dear , at half-past two ; Till then , —your Own Fond—MILLY

What a fair and beaming satire on the young man of the day—if friendly and amusing—do we find in—Dcmx . versus ROSE . 1 ' The case is proceeding . "

From the tragic-est novels at Mudie ' s—At least , on a practical plan—To the tales of mere Hodges and Judys , One love is enough for a man . But no case that I ever yet met is Like mine : I am equally fond Of Rose , who a charming brunette is , And Dora , a blonde .

Each rivals the other in powers—Each waltzes , each warbles , each paints-Miss Rose , chiefly tumble-down towers ; Miss Do ., perpendicular saints . In short , to distinguish is folly ; 'Twixt the pair I am come to the pass Of Macheath , between Lucy and Polly , — Or Buridan ' s ass .

If it happens that Rosa I ve singled For a soft celebration in rhyme , Then the ringlets of Dora get mingled Somehow with the tune and the time ; Or I painfully pen me a sonnet To an eyebrow intended for Do . ' s , And behold I am writing upon it The legend , " To Rose . "

Or I try to draw Dora ( my blotter Is all oversurawled with her head ) , If I fancy at last that I've got her , It turns to her rival instead ; Or I find myself placidly adding To the rapturous tresses of Rose Miss Dora ' s bud-mouth , and her madding , Ineffable nose .

Was there ever so sad a dilemma 1 For Rose I would perish ( pro tem . ) ; For Dora I'd willingly stem a—( Whatever might offer to stem ) ; But to make the invidious election , — To declare that on either one ' s side I've a scruple , —a grain , more affection , I cannot decide .

And , as either so hopelessly nice is , My sole and my final resource Is to wait some indefinite crisis , — Some feat of molecular force , To solve me this riddle conducive By no means to peace or repose , Since the issue can scarce be inclusive Of Dora and Rose .

( Afterthought . ) But , perhaps , if a third ( say a Norah ) , Not quite so delightful as Rose , — Not wholly so charming as Dora , — Should appear , is it wrong to suppose , — As the claims of the others are

equal—, And flight—in the main—is the best , — - That I might . . . But no matter , —the sequel Is easily guessed .