L'Illustration, No. 0012, 20 Mai 1843

by Various

VIII.

So Juan felt beneath her grace's eye

As, I have sung, and I confess his feeling

Acts strongly on my own, I can't tell why;

But as I like plain, honest, upright dealing,

I'll e'en confess I'm half afraid to try

Another line; my pen's, like Juan, reeling;

For 'tis indeed an awkward situation,

Might end in.... heav'ns!--now don't say what--flirtation.

(Qu'il y songe! ce Briarée aux cent plumes!)[⁵] et puis (tenez votre rire, mes amis) le masque du pudique Little[⁶] se couvre, à la pensée de ce qui va arriver, de je ne sais quel rouge qu'il nomme de la rougeur.