THE SNOW MAN.


TO CHLORINDA.

(With a Fan.)

All in your glory you to-night

Will dance, and me they don't invite

Your charms to scan;

And, as a seal might send its skin

To please the girl it may not win,

I send a fan.

Behind this fan some other man

Your hand will hold;

Your fearless eyes, so bright and brown,

Will hide their gladness, glancing down,

No longer cold.

And your pale, perfect cheek will take

That colour for another's sake,

I ne'er controlled,—

Yet, ere you sleep, stray thoughts will creep

To days of old.

Of old! For in a single day,

When love first gilds a maiden's way,

The world grows new;

And from that new world you will send

Sweet pity to the absent friend

Who so loved you.

Loved—for my love will wither then;

I cannot share with other men

The dear delight

That dwells in your austerest tone,

That latent hope of joys unknown—

Though now you will not be my own,

Some day you might.

My trusted little friend of yore,

Of course you'd think my love a bore,

It's not romantic:

I've passed beyond the football stage,

And e'en despair is saved by age

From growing frantic.

No, like a veteran grim and grey,

With sling and crutch,

I am but fit to watch the fray

Where, in the world-old, witching way,

In other hands your fingers stay

With lingering touch,

That may mean nothing, or it may

Mean, oh! so much.

I'll wed some woman, prim of face,

Who'll duly fill the housewife's place,

And with her hard, domestic grace

Illusions scatter;

But sometimes when the stars are full,

While at my season'd pipe I pull,

I'll see my little love once more,

With brilliant lovers by the score,

Whose tributes flatter.

And, thinking of the light gone by,

Murmur with philosophic sigh,

"It doesn't matter."

And then, perchance, this fan you'll find,

When all the new romance is over.

Sweet, may you ne'er with troubled mind

Half wish you never had resigned,

Your truest lover.


Last week, Dr. Adler gave, as appears by the extracts, an excellent Lecture on "Jewish Wit and Humour." He himself is well known as the The Jew d'Esprit.


Temporary Change of Name.—Will Poplar Hospital be styled, "Un-pop'lar Hospital?"