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THE COQUETTE.

JOHN G. SAXE.

AIR." The Charming Woman."
"YOU'RE clever at drawing, I own,"
Said my beautiful cousin, Lisette,
As we sat by the window, alone,

But, say, can you paint a coquette ?" "She's painted already," quoth I;

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Nay, nay," said the laughing Lisette, "Now, none of your joking-but try And paint me a thorough coquette."

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"Well, cousin," at once I began

In the ear of the eager Lisette, "I'll paint you as well as I can That wonderful thing, a coquette. She wears a most beautiful face" ("Of course!" said the pretty Li sette)

"And isn't deficient in grace,

Or else she were not a coquette.

"And then she is daintily made "
(A smile from the dainty Lisette),
"By people expert in the trade
Of forming a proper coquette.

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She's the winningest ways with the beaux"

("Keep on!" said the winning Li sette)

"But there isn't a man of them knows The mind of the fickle coquette !

"She knows how to weep and to sigh" (A sigh from the tender Lisette), "But her weeping is all in my eyeNot that of the cunning coquette. In short, she's a creature of art" ("O, hush!" said the frowning Lisette),

"With merely the ghost of a heartEnough for a thorough coquette.

"And yet I could easily prove" ("Now, don't!" said the angry Lisette),

"The lady is always in love

In love with herself-the coquette.
There--do not be angry-you know,
My dear little cousin Lisette,
You told me a moment ago,

To paint you-a thorough coquette."

O'BLARNEY.

J. E. CARPENTER.
AIR.-"Kate Kearney."

On! have you not heard of O'Blarney, Who came all the way from Killarney, If you fear a black eye,

Take warning and fly,

For a broth of a boy is O'Blarney. When the potteen, that's whisky, is steaming,

'Tis nought but of fighting he's dreaming,

And, och, I can tell

Where mischief does dwell

The shillelah of Paddy O'Blarney.

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Then should you e'er meet this O'Blar

ney,

Who rode all on foot from Killarney,
Beware of his smile,

Mind your eye all the while,

A shillelah has Paddy O'Blarney! Though he looks so bewitchingly simple, Och, faith but he'd soon crack your pimple,

And should he inhale

A drop of the rale,

Then fatal's the blow of O'Blarney!

MISS ELLEN GEE, OF KEW.

AIR.-"There's nae luck."

PEERLESS, yet hopeless maid of Q,
Accomplish'd LNG;
Never again shall I and U
Together sip our T.

For oh! the fates, I know not Y,
Sent midst the flowers a B;
Which ven'mous, stung her in the I,
So that she could not C.

L N exclaimed, "Vile, spiteful B,
If ever I catch U,

On Jess'mine, rosebud, or sweet P
I'll change your stinging Q.

I'll send you like a lamb or U,
Across the Atlantic C;
From our delightful village Q,
To distant O Y E.

A stream runs from my wounded I,
Salt as the briny C,

As rapid as the X or Y,

The OIO or D.

L N exclaimed, etc.

Then fare thee ill, insensate B,
Which stung nor yet knew Y,
Since not for wealthy Durham's C
Would I have lost my I.

They bear with tears poor L N G
In funeral RA,

A clay-cold corse now doom'd to B,
Whilst I mourn her D K.

L N exclaimed, etc.

Ye nymphs of Q, then shun each B,
List to the reason Y;

For should A B C U at T,
He'll surely sting your I.
Now in a grave L deep in Q,
She's cold as cold can B ;
Whilst robins sing upon A U,
Her dirge and LE G.

L N exclaimed, etc.

DOMESTIC ASIDES;
Or, Truth in Parenthesis.

T. HOOD.

AIR.-"Yankee Doodle."

I REALLY take it very kind

This visit, Mrs. Skinner

I have not seen you such an age(The wretch has come to dinner ! ) Your daughters, too—what loves of girls

What heads for painters' casels ! Come here, and kiss the infant, dears(And give it, p'rhaps, the measles !)

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