VERS DE SOCIETE.

Observer, Volume 3, Issue 65, 10 December 1881, Page 204

VERS DE SOCIETE.

Br " Us- Viettx Gabcos."

No. 4.— LIZZIE,

All, me ! I never can forget Those happy days I courted Lizzie ; When thinking on the charmer yet, My heart goes sick, my brain turns dizzy ! So dark her hair, so clear her eye, So stately and so tall her figure, That I was fain to heave a sigh, And wish I -was a little bigger ! I met her first amid a throng, At Bcmuera Social Meeting ; She shone, the lesser lights among, A dazzling meteor, swiftly fleeting. I was her partner in a set, And while we trod the mazy measure, My heart, emeshed in Cupid's net, Was beating with tho new-old pleasure ! We met again one afternoon, In the Domain, — 'twas on a Sunday; The parting hour came all too soon ; I dreamt of her all day on Monday ; By Tuesday I had penned a note (So eager was my warm impatience) To tell her of my blissful lotEnjoying Love's serene sensations ! I told how fond f was to meet, And pressed on her to make appointment ; I got an answer, short and sweet, That soothed like Griisscott's healing ointment " She'd meet me at the garden gate, On Thursday evening, at the twilight — Say eight o'clock ; if I was late, She'd wave a signal from the skylight !" That night I was to meet the fair, I got myself fixed up so neatly, For Shortt had cropped and curled my hair. And Williams clothed me quite completely. I went, just balf-an-hour too late ; And there, beneath the moonlight mellow, I found her at the garden gate, Cavoorting with another fellow! I've heard that one might offer odds That, woman will be weak and fickle ; But, — for a short half -hour— ye gods ! To find myself in such n pickle ! The thought is more than 1 can bear ; My heart fjrows sick, my bram turns dizzy ; I cannot call her " faithless fair," But dub her " dark, deceitful Lizzie!"