638 Love and Novelism. [JUNE, 



rode for three hours through Brighton, ate ices in every Gunter's in the 

 town, and bought a dozen yards of bobbinet in every marchand de 

 modes, in hopes to suffer one deadly and exquisite glance of those irre- 

 sistible eyes. I feel hungry, and ring for supper. " Visions of glory 

 spare my aching sight" The matchless unknown is the bar-maid of 

 the hotel. My blindness, my insouciance, my habit of never using my 

 own eyes, while I pay a rascal valet to look for me, prevented my see- 

 ing this rosebud growing under my hand. " To marry, or not to marry 

 that is the question." I must marry at some time or other, unless I 

 choose to be plagued out of my life by all the dowagers, or make over 

 my twenty thousand a year to my younger brother. I will marry ; and 

 marry the lovely ornament of the bar of the York. My passion is flow- 

 ing into verse the verse of the moment must have its way : 



SONG. 



I was a dandy once, 



A dandy I'm no more ; 

 Your wise man's but a dunce 



Who says that love's a bore : 

 The breast that never beats, 



The lip that never sighs, 

 Knows nothing of life's sweets 



'Tis love alone that's wise. 



I waltzed, I played, I dined, 



And called this liberty ; 

 With kings and princes wined, 



With duchesses drank tea ; 

 Stood Jersey's wittiest fire, 



Stood Devon's Thursday ball ; 

 Was member for the shire 



And lived to tell it all. 



But now the hidden soul 



Asserts her rights again ; 

 Disdains the rude control 



Of whist, or seven's the main ; 

 Disdains again to shrink 



At wine or woman's tongue, 

 But flies to pen and ink, 



And tells the truth in song. 



Then, bar-maid of my heart, 



Keep thou my bosom's key ; 

 Be still the thing thou wert 



When rising from the sea ; 

 No pale, consumptive ghost 



No rouged, romantic fright, 

 But England's honest boast 



Her own true red and white. 



Farewell for life, Almack's ! 



With all thy gallopades, 

 With all thy naked backs 



Of matrons and of maids ; 

 French husbands to them all 



(With mistresses a score). 

 Here finishes my ball 



The Dandy's day is o'er ! 



