Showing a graceful politeness in most super-elegant bows.

Then the delights of a corner, she you adore, and an ice;

Gloves, with whose keeping you 're trusted; (needless to say, in a trice,

One disappears, in a manner strangely suggestive of theft;

Isn't it wondrous, the value set on the one which is left?)

Blushes? Well, dancing is heating; blame the last waltz if you choose;

I'll never raise an objection' gainst such a capital ruse;

Only be careful of whispers; alcoves, though shaded, I fear Sometimes hold more than two persons,-double, you know,- "ma" might hear.

Cometh the evening and moonlight, whispering then is allowed;

Noise would disturb the musicians,-don't promenade in the crowd;

Dresses will surely be ruined, trampled by hurrying feet;

Stroll down the lane!-Is it really?-Oh! but the moments are fleet.

Carriages come, and fair faces smile for an instant, then fade

Into the darkness, and Class Day closeth for student and maid.

All that remains are its memories, ribbon or ringlet or rose;

Memories will treasured be ever; as for the others, who knows?

F. C. G.