A BALLEOOM BLUNDER.

Northern Advocate, 1 September 1888, Page 3

A BALLEOOM BLUNDER.

We met at a ball, and I thought her divine ! Her dress was recherche, tho' plain ; Shod a little gold locket— a heart— that (like (mine) Strove vainly to slip from it 3 chain. Her eyes were like stars, and her hair was the tint Of the leaves in the fall of the year, When the sunlight at eve thro' the branches dotl glint (Or by gaslight it so did appear). Her figure was willowly — Art had, no doubt, Lent its aid in the form of a corset ; But the waist, which the whalebone encompass'd about, Needed nothing extraneous to force it ! She danc'd with a joyous abandon, which spoke Of a debutante new to the town ; And she smiled— oh, how sweetly !— at each silly joke Of her partner's — I thought him a down ! I glanc'd at my claw-hammer, fashion'd with chic, My immaculate cuffs and cravat ; And I said, I am fit, any day of the week, To cut out a fellow like that ! So I sought, and obtained, from a neighbouring dame, Introduction to her I ador'd ; Her name quite escap'd me, — but " what'B in a name ? " I reckon'd a point I had scor'd. My rival had vanished, so here was my chance, And a clear course to go in and win ! Solcall'dup a quite too-too, soul thrilling glance. As an excellent way to begin. Then I strove to impress by displaying my wit With an air I thought spiriteul ; But my epigram choicest, my most telling hit, J Were coldly receiv'd by mabelle: I 'Twas in vain that I spouted from Tennyson too !g Her replies to my fervours poetic fl Were monosyllabic— tho' civil, 'tis true — ■ No ice could be more apathetic ! m This coyness but piqued me, and added fresh fijfl I To the ardour with which I pursued her ! fIH I pil'd up the agony higher and higher ; IH [ Her manner grew colder and ruder. My mortification with ev'ry rebuff fl^fl Increased, till I bitterly said, '' Some women have taste '.—you were flflfl [ enough i^^B To that lout with the carrotty head ! " She sprang to her feet with Medusa-like J^H| | And answer' d with withering disdain, jBH| i " That lout is my husband ! and he will takfl^^H That I'm not so insulted again ! " fl^Hi She left me ! I fled from the ballroom, n^Hflß Overwhelm'd with confusion and saan ß^BH| I Since then, when I want to play EomeoflH^B I find out my Juliet's name ! Wych^HHH