ISS PELLINGLE commences "Rousseau's Dream," with variations. Beautiful melody, by itself first, clear and distinct.
Now the air tries to break out between alternate notes, like a prisoner behind bars. Then we have a variation entirely bass.
Happy thought.—Rousseau snoring.
Then a scampering up, a meeting with the right hand, a scampering down, and a leap off one note into space. Then both in the middle, wobbling; then down into the bass again.
Happy thought.—Rousseau after a heavy supper.
A plaintive variation.—Rousseau in pain.
Light strain: Mazurka time.—Rousseau kicking in his sleep.
F. C. Burnand, Happy Thoughts.
AD is that woman's lot who, year by year,
Sees, one by one, her beauties disappear,
When Time, grown weary of her heart-drawn sighs,
Impatiently begins to "dim her eyes!"
Compelled at last, in life's uncertain gloamings,
To wreathe her wrinkled brow with well-saved "combings,"
Reduced with rouge, lip-salve, and pearly gray,
To "make up" for lost time, as best she may!