THE LADY OF LYONS.

I SAW her first at Mt. Desert;

We had a desperate flirtation;

In fact, I did but little else

During the whole three months' vacation.

We met at Wallack's quite by chance;

On one side sat the dragon mother,

And, by the greatest luck in life,

I had a seat upon the other.

The play was Bulwer's Love and Pride;

And when the final act was over,

I whispered, "Dear, be my Pauline,

And I 'll be Claude, thy faithful lover."

A rosy blush o'erspread her cheeks,

Her eyes were hidden by their lashes,

As with a murmured "No," she turned

My golden hopes to dust and ashes.

But with a loving little glance,

She whispered when I 'd called her carriage,

"Pauline and Claude would never do;

THEY separated after marriage."