UNKIND.
Our Minor Poet. "I believe I should enjoy my Holidays much more if I went Incognito."
Friend. "Travel under your Nom de Plume, Old Man!"
THE FLIRTGIRL'S REPLY. [A]
A Poem of Common Sense.
Dear Sir, I've read through your delectable lines—
Though the cap doesn't fit, I will wear it;
And hope (though I don't know your private designs)
You regret that such verses were e'er writ!
There's flirting and flirting, you don't seem to know,
Nor need a young woman be heartless,
Who thinks that, by having five strings to her bow,
The four she rejects will thus smart less.
Pray how can I help, if my features attract
And my sympathy wins each fond lover?
Alas, when they're conquered, I own 'tis the fact
That their weak points I sadly discover!
It may be, in spite of your captious alarm,
I shall yet enjoy bliss hymeneal;
If this is my aim, not to jilt, where's the harm
In my search for a husband ideal?
[ [A] See page 141