Count Felix sighed, and as he drew Her shawl about her, at his leisure, "What street?" he asked; "my cab is due." "No!-no!" she said, "I go with you! That is if it may be your pleasure."

Of course, there's little need to say
The Count delighted in her capture;
Away he drove, and all the way
He murmured, "QUELLE FELICITE!"
In very ecstasy of rapture.

Arrived at home-just where a fount
Shot forth a jet of lucent water-
He helped the lady to dismount;
She drops her mask-and lo!-the Count→
Sees-Dieu de ciel!-his only daughter!

"Good night!" she said, "I'm very well,

Altho you thought my health was fading; Be good-and I will never tell

('Twas funny tho) of what befell

When you and I went masquerading!"

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

BY FRANCIS SCOTT KEY

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly stream

ing?

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses !
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam;
Its full glory, reflected, now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is the band who so vauntingly swore,
'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,

A home and a country they'd leave us no more?
Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps' pol-
lution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between our loved home and the war's desolation;

Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land

Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a

nation.

Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, "IN GOD IS OUR TRUST” ;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.