She’ll first advance, and then retreat,
Half-frightened by a hansom fleet.
She looks around, I must confess,
With marvellous coquettishness!—
Then droops her eyes and looks discreet,
Upon the Kerb!
J. Ashby-Sterry.
SAINT MAY
A CITY LYRIC
ST. ALOYS THE GREAT is both mouldy and grim,
Not knowing the road there, you’ll long have to search