Bere hang my bang o'er eyes tliat dream. And uose and rosebud lips for cream, And here's my chin with dimples in. This is my neek witli out a sncck which doth those sTwwy shoulders deck; and here s - see, oh, doublé TON, which gids ali wear,llke m? ; and here's a hcart irom cupM's dart, saieshieldei by this corset's art. This is my walst too tightly laced, on which a buetle bic; is placed. This is my dress. lts eost I guess, did my poor papa mueh distress, because he sighed when mamma tried it on, and sobbed, so I cried, bnt mamma í-uit) I soon would wed and buy pa's clothes ior him inetcad. It's trimmed with lace justin this place, 'neath which two auklts show withgrace, in eilken hose, : . i ) 1 1 1 beaus who think they're lovely, I suppose These are my feet in slippers neat, and now if we hould chance to meet we'll flirt. litvle on the 6treet. How eweet.