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;

“Nay, nay," said the laughing Lisette, “Now, none of your joking—but try

And paint me a thorough coquette.”

“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.

She's the winningest ways with the

beaux" - ("Keep on!” said the winning Li

sette) “But there isn't a man of them know's

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 eye

Not that of the cunning coquette. In short, she's a creature of art” (“O, hush !” said the frowning Li.

sette), “ With merely the ghost of a heart

Enough for a thorough coquette. “ And yet I could easily prove” (“Now, don't !” said the angry Li

sette), “The lady is always in love

In love with herself—the coquette. There--do not be angry-you know,

My dear little cousiu 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 dream

ing,
And, och, I can tell

Where mischief does dwell
The shillelah of Paddy O'Blarney.
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 shillelab has Paddy O'Blarney!
Though he looks so bewitchingly simple,
Och, faith! but be'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 O I O or D.

L N exclaimed, eto. 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 NG

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 shuu 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 LEG.

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

girlsWhat heads for painters' casels! Come here, and kiss the infant, dears-

(And give it, prhaps, the measles I )