THE CHARMING MAN.*

J. E. CARPENTER.

I MEET him at every party,
He's present wherever I go,
They all with civility treat him,
And to him the preference show;
I can't tell the reason-I've often
Endeavor'd his merits to scan,
I ask why it is, and they answer,
"He is really a charming man."

I own that his looks are attractive,
His figure is good, I confess,
It doesn't need much to imagine
What can be accomplish'd by dress;
Some people are fortunes to tailors,
And others don't pay when they can,
But patronage does not mean payment,
And he is such a charming man.

His hair it is jet-black, and curly,
His dark eyes, as diamonds, are
bright;

His teeth, which he's constantly showing,

Are as real ivory, white :

This song was written as a companion to the Charming Woman."

I know he had lost the two front ones,
And his hair was as ruddy as tan,
But who could suspect he'd wear false

ones,

When he is such a charming man.

He has plenty to say to the women, And more than they ought to be

lieve,

Though a few pretty names I could men tion,

Have reason to know he'll deceive : He don't even hint about marriage, 'Tis not, of course, part of his plan, What a pity it is, pretty women Will encourage a charming man.

He writes in their albums fine sonnets,
Of which he's a stock of a score,
Their authorship stands undisputed
But he gets the ideas from Tom
Moore;

But they do very well, and much better
Than Byron's or Tom Moore's e'er

can,

For the verses are thought rather pretty,

And the author, a charming man.

'Tis not to the daughters though, always, His calls are intended to be,

There are several young married ladies, With whom he, at times, will take tea, The husband proposes a rubber,

And the wives then lose all that they

can,

How strange he's the only winner,
But then-he's a charming man.

Some say he's a latin scholar,

And some that he's versed in Greek,
But he seldom quotes the former,
Of the latter he'll never speak;
He talks about foreign authors,
And speak of the French, he can ;
But what if he isn't clever,
He still is a charming man.

Some say he's a younger brother,
And others he's something more;
But he's seen in the city often,
Between ten o'clock and four:
may
be a fortune hunter,
But, ladies,--be this your plan,
Unless you're a charming woman,
Don't marry a charming man.

He

A FEW WORDS AFTER MARRIAGE.

J. E. CARPENTER.

Air-" Fanny Grey."

No, Hal! I'm not at all deceiv'd,
So don't think that I am;
Excepting that I once believ'd
You far above-a sham!

Is this your promis'd "Eden," then?
Oh, bitter are its fruits!

You are not worse than other men,
But all mankind are brutes.

I know-don't interrupt me so-
You will have a latch-key;
"You can't disturb the servants," though
You don't care much for me.
Your foreign letters, posted late,

All sham, sir-idle tales ;
I know all letters after eight
Do not go by the Mails.

Your club!--of course you can't be fined, You must obey the rules;

You may not leave when you have dined With those "unmarried fools ;"

Your rubber, which "

you never lose,

The men are all such sticks !"

Yet all I ask for you refuse;
I'm up, sir, to your tricks.

You vow'd you know, when we were wed,

Your aunt should not come here, If she should take into her head With us to interfere;

But only yesterday she came,

And said the fault was mine
That you could get no peace at home,
And must go out to dine.

And then she said, she thought it right
Downstairs to take a look;
And I discover'd, long ere night,

That she'd discharg'd the cook. I'll tell you what, Hal-things must mend

Or this I mean to do-
If she comes here, then I intend

To give you warning too.

She's rich, so you'd bear with her still
That makes me no atone :

For me she's free to keep her will--
I'll have one of my own.

So don't expect it, for I can't
Endure this kind of life:

Abjure your club-offend your aunt-
I'll be or not-your wife.