PART XVI. Comedy, Burlesque, Parody, and IN the smoke of my dear cigarito With smiles hovers over it all. But dreaming, forgetting to cherish O wicked and false muchachito, But like my re-lit cigarito, A bitterness tinges it all. CAMILLA K. VON K. IN PRAISE OF WINE. DIOGENES, Surly and proud, Who snarled at the Macedon youth, Delighted in wine that was good, Because in good wine there was truth; But, growing as poor as Job, Unable to purchase a flask, He chose for his mansion a tub, Heraclitus ne'er would deny To tipple and cherish his heart, Though some are so foolish to think Democritus always was glad Of a bumper to cheer up his soul, And would laugh like a man that was mad, When over a good flowing bowl. As long as his cellar was stored, The liquor he'd merrily quaff; And when he was drunk as a lord, At those who were sober he 'd laugh. Copernicus, too, like the rest, Believed there was wisdom in wine, And thought that a cup of the best Made reason the better to shine. With wine he 'd replenish his veins And make his philosophy reel; Then fancied the world, like his brain, Turned round like a chariot wheel. Aristotle, that master of arts, Had been but a dunce without wine; Was as big as a watering-trough; Old Plato, the learned divine, He fondly to wisdom was prone; But had it not been for good wine, His merits had never been known. By wine we are generous made, It furnishes fancy with wings; Without it, we ne'er should have had Philosophers, poets, or kings. WHY TRUTH GOES NAKED. LIST to a tale well worth the ear Of all who wit and sense admire ; Invented, it is very clear, Some ages prior to Matthew Prior. Falsehood and Truth" upon a time," Through fragrant wood and verdant meadow, Invited rest beneath its shadow. (A velvet cushion ready made), The young companions fell to chatting. On this and that their tongues were running, The one is frank, the other cunning; While all around is so propitious, And in the stream that ran before her She plunged- like Ocean's happy bride As naked as her mother bore her! Put off the robes her limbs that hamper, Expert in lies and shrewd evasions, In Falsehood's petticoat and bodice, X IF YOU WANT A KISS, WHY, TAKE IT. THERE's a jolly Saxon proverb That is pretty much like this, - For the sweetness may forsake it; So I tell you, bashful lover, If you want a kiss, why, take it. If he'd have her for his own. And you want a kiss, why, take it. Who would burn upon a desert Who would change his sunny summer Oh, I tell you there is magic, And you cannot, cannot break it; For the sweetest part of loving Is to want a kiss, and take it. TWO MEN I KNOW. I KNOW a duke; well, let him pass The duke is neither wise nor good; He gambles, drinks, scorns womanhood, And at the age of twenty-four Was worn and battered as threescore. I know a waiter in Pall Mall Who works, and waits, and reasons well; Is gentle, courteous, and refined, And has a magnet in his mind. What is it makes his graceless grace So like a jockey out of place? What makes the waiter - tell who can So very like a gentleman ? |