TO MLLE. JANE MAY.
"Au clair de la lune,
Mon ami PIERROT,
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot."
Prête-moi ta plume! Could wit borrow a feather
From Cupid's own pinion, 'tis doubtfullish whether
A "mot" might be made which should happily hit
The "gold" of desert; and Love, aided by Wit,
Though equal to eloquent passion's fine glow,
Might both be struck mute by the Muse of Dumb-Show.
That "actions speak louder than words" we all knew;
But now we may add, "and more gracefully, too."
Performances fine Punch has praised in his day,
But how few take the pas of the Promise—of MAY!
"NATIVE RACES AND THE LIQUOR TRAFFIC."—An important subject strangely omitted at the recent meeting of this Society was "The Consumption of Champagne on the Derby and Oaks Days." The Duke of WESTMINSTER will take the earliest opportunity of rectifying this error.
