MINNIE GRAY.

HOW bewicthing, O, how fair,

Minnie Gray!

As the roses in thy hair,

Minnie Gray!

But a soulless flirt thou art,

Hard as coral is thy heart:

O, how many feel thy dart,

Minnie Gray!

Count the hearts that thou hast wrecked,

Minnie Gray,

In thy loveliness bedecked,

Minnie Gray.

What lover e'er could fly

From the magic of thine eye?

Hopeless at thy feet they lie,

Minnie Gray!

Youth is gone! Thou dost repent,

Minnie Gray.

Priceless treasures so misspent,

Minnie Gray.

Alas! it is too late,

Thou canst never find a mate,

Though lingering at the gate,

Minnie Gray.

A. L. H.