40 MY ONLY WEAKNESS. What a darling it was!-I escorted her back From a boy in the office I grew to be clerk, At a figure of sixty per ann. While my love (in low comedy) made such a mark That she won all the press to a man. I was most energetic, and stuck to my desk While the hope of my future became in burlesque Whether Byron or Albery, Reece or Burnand Were the author, I cared not a bit. In that house, not a million of miles from the Strand, My adored was the pet of the pit. I'm a partner (a junior) in Something and Co. ; To the circle or stalls of an evening I go If my lady-love happens to play. I am elderly now, and-for want of a wife I shall die an old bachelor yet; But the one little weakness I've known in I shall never-no, never-forget. my life STANZAS. (BY HAYNES BAYLY THE SECOND.) HE Broadwood is opened, its tapers are lit, She would hear me accompany lines full of In my truly musicianlike way. But my lyrics were made for the careless and free, Leave, leave me, fair lady, to cherish my gloom Let me carry some chair to the end of the room, From the crowd of the brilliant and bright; Or, in case you insist upon hearing an air, I could warble "The Last Rose of Summer," perhaps, In a plaintive and exquisite style: But I know I should simply and feebly collapse The low-comedy manner, the sickly grimace, With a load on my bosom, a cloud on my face, Not a particle, thank you. No fluids can cheer It resists the seductive advances of beer, No, I cannot be comic, fair lady. I trust You regard my refusal aright. Well, of course, if you must have a ballad, you must,— Let my song be a sad one to-night. MORE STANZAS. (BY HAYNES BAYLY THE SECOND.) HAVE taken six glasses of sherry, I trust they will ask me to sing ; I am feeling uncommonly merry, And pine to go in for my fling. I would give them no die-away ditty; My lay should be jocund and light. Bother sentiment-let me be witty; Oh! let me be comic to-night. As I sit here alone in a corner- 44 MORE STANZAS. I was grieved when my opulent uncle 'Tis a fearful affair, a carbuncle ; He is gone and has left me to suffer: Let me try; I am perfectly ready, |