ΠΟ TALES OF A GRANDFATHER. In the dash-along hard-living Regency days I was prince of the fashion and style. When I drove in the Park with my carriage and bays, Even Brummell bent low at my smile. What was gold? A mere nothing. In pleasure and play For, though now on the parish, I proudly can say Oh, the flirting and frolic and fun that we had! There was many a feminine heart very sad 도 DIFFICULT TO PLEASE. NEVER knew an uncle's love-an aunt's attentive care A first or second cousin whose emotions I could share; I've not one distant relative (by marriage or by birth) To soothe me in my sadness, or to join me in my mirth. My brothers and my sisters are as kind as they can be ; I dote upon my parents, who are passing fond of me ; But I wish the Fates could manage-though I'm quite aware they can't— To let me have an uncle, and some cousins, and an aunt! If I could have a hundred pounds paid annually down, And loving hearts about me in some cottage out of town Sequestered from the hum of men and Trade's eternal noise, I'd spend my modest competence in Meliboan joys. 112 DIFFICULT TO PLEASE. 'Tis true that I am opulent-I live in regal state, And pampered menials bring me food on gold and silver plate; Yet now and then I hanker for a pastoral career, And think I might contrive it on a hundred pounds a year. Could I produce a work of art to win a deathless name I mean a drama to arouse a multitude's acclaimHow happily and proudly should I bow before the crowd, While pit and gallery, box and stall, cried "Author!" long and loud. I've penned sensation articles and poems by the Score I've written twenty novels; or, it may be, rather more ; And yet, amidst my triumphs, I occasionally sigh, And murmur, "May I live to write a drama by and by!" If I were tall and slender, with a mane of auburn hue, And if my nose were aquiline, and if my eyes were blue How carefully I'd cultivate Byronic looks and ways, And make my hearers wonder with a foolish face of praise. DIFFICULT TO PLEASE. 113 I'm only just the middle height (but not at all robust); I'm highly prepossessing in appearance, as I trust ; My eyes are big and brilliant, and my locks are black as jet ; Had I the pow'r of dyeing both, I might be happy yet. H CATCHING AT A STRAW. HOUGH the planet of Love has grown dimmer Though the pale star of Hope gives a glimmer, Still my planet and star are above me, They have bidden her think of another, That she dared not encourage the notion, |