150 THE SUPER'S DREAM. Too fugitive dreams!—It was one of their number That beamed on my sadness a fortnight ago.— (Happy mortals inherit full often in slumber More pleasure than mortals awake ever know.) But the annals of Dreamland a rapture can tell not— A bliss more ecstatic-a joy more serene; For my manager, SOMNUS, had cast me for Melnotte, And lovely Matilda MacTabb for Pauline. Ah me how my heart with ambition was burning !— The love of Matilda MacTabb had inspired me ;- That SOMNUS had played me a practical joke : MUCH TOO KIND. the soul of good-nature, and make it my aim To oblige all the world when I can : And, wherever Society utters my name, I am known as "that willing young man." But our merits are faults when they run to excess, As I'll try in two minutes to show. I have learned for so long to say nothing but Yes That I never could learn to say No. People ask me to sing, or to play, or to dance, I would rather decline, but they see at a glance People borrow my coin in their affable style, And I lend with a smile, but regret all the while 152 MUCH TOO KIND. To go shopping with ladies I'm daily required, To a play or a concert, a party or ball, For of course my tormentors have learnt one and all That I never could learn to say No. When my time and my money both come to an end, At the close of my earthly career, Let me go to my grave as Humanity's Friend, Let my epitaph run to the modest effect Was perfection in all but one little respect That he never could learn to say No! STANZAS. TO A THOUGHTLESS ONE. Y hair is gray, but not with years— Despair has bleached my tresses, Since you (the source of all my tears Rejected my addresses. The flame that made my bosom smart I told you how my passion burned,- Yet still I pined the truth to find, My chance looked not a bad one : You talked of making up your mind, Until I thought you had one. |