The First Lesson of Love-a Bagatelle.

FIRST LESSON OF LOVE.

In vain I breathed the tender sigh
At lovely Mary's feet;
My soul, which glisten'd in my eye,
No kindred ray could meet.

With cold indifference she replied

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My heart you do not move;

"And I will never be a bride

"Till I have learn'd to love,"

"O then, (I cried) my pupil be, "Thy breast no longer steel; "Sure, I can teach, sweet girl, to thee, "The lesson which I feel !”

"No, Selim-you have tried it long, "And yet I don't improve;

"I'm dull- -or you instruct me wrong-"I have not learn'd to love."

I left her hopeless---but at eve
We met, when she exclaim'd-
46 Now, Selim-now my heart receive,
"With love for you inflamed !”
Surprised, delighted, soon I guess'd
What thus the fair could move-
My hair had been by Huggins dress'd,
She saw-and learn'd to love.

The Second Lesson of Love-a Bagatelle.

SECOND LESSON OF LOVE.

OR THE

CHARM IRRESISTIBLE.

"No, friendship, dear Julia, is all I can proffer, "My love is another's, who loves me in turn ; "Accept my esteem-it is all I can offer,

"The flame of affection for Mary must burn.

"Then cease, lovely girl, to exhibit those graces,

"Nor tempt me from constancy, honour and truth; "For I never will yield to love's hallowed embraces, "Till the arms of my Mary receive her fond youth.

"I pity the sorrow that 'waits thee at parting,

"And which, for a season, may rob thee of rest; "But time will soon sooth the sad heart I leave smarting,

"And the sweet dove of peace shall revisit her nest.

"You tell me my glances have nourish'd your passion, "And gilded with hope the sweet prospect of bliss ; "Dear artless enchantress! untutor'd by fashion! "Your beauty demanded a homage like this.

"Had I known you ere this constant heart was my Mary's "It might have been Julia's, and both have been blest; "But now 'tis too late, for if ever it varies,

"May my image for ever be banish'd her breast."

The Second Lesson of Love-a Bagatelle.

"Twas thus to fair Julia I modestly pleaded,

Nor dared meet the glance of her love-beaming eye; Perplex'd by the subject, my tongue was impeded, And I sat sunk in silence, till roused by her sigh.

Then our eyes met by instinct-but, ah! the transgression
My Mary for ever is doom'd to deplore!
For, Oh! such a sweet and bewitching expression,
Ne'er beam'd from the face of a mortal before.

I flew to her arms, with this fond exclamation, "Dear Julia! I'm thine! and we never will part! "But explain, my sweet angel! this new fascination, 66 Say, whence this new charm that has vanquish'd my heart ?"

She replied, with a smile that enraptured my bosom, "The charms which you now irresistible own, "Are the gift of DESBORUS, whose magic renews 'em, "His art can create and preserve them alone."

Protect, then, this artist, ye beaux, 'tis your duty; Ye belles, let DESBORUS your patronage prove; 'Tis his to new polish the armour of beauty,

The ringlets he weaves are the meshes of love.

The Third Lesson of Love-a Bagatelle.

THIRD LESSON OF LOVE ;

OR THE

WAY TO KEEP HIM.

Ye fair, who complain of neglect in your spouses,
And mourn the extinction of love in their hearts,
My recipe con-'tis the charm which arouses

The flame that may slumber, but seldom departs.

Eliza once shone the perfection of beauty,
The mirror of fashion, the phoenix of taste,
When Edwin, invited by love and by duty,
Pray'd Hymen to favour an ardour so chaste.

He loved her-but long ere he whisper'd his passion,
Affection for him taught Eliza to sigh;

And arm'd with attractions by beauty and fashion,
Her conquest she read in the glance of his eye.

Their nuptials were sweeten'd with love's purest rap

ture:

But exquisite pleasure the soonest expires;

Eliza forgot 'twas a trifle to capture,

Compared with the art which retaining requires.

The Third Lesson of Love-a Bagatelle.

Secure of her prize, she neglected to cherish

The charms which subdued him, and gilded his chain; And carelessly suffered attractions to perish,

The guard and the glory of beauty's domain.

The moments devoted to love and caresses,

Were gradually shorten'd-for Edwin would roam; To his heart with less ardour her bosom he pressesHis paradise seem'd any where but at home.

Astonish'd and grieved at this wane of attention,

With tears and intreaties she sought for the cause, And task'd, but in vain, her once ready invention, To find out the reason, if any there was.

Till prompted by pride, to awaken his passion,
She studied her once-boasted charms to improve,
Applied to Desborus, field-marshal of fashion,

And begg'd a supply of the weapons of love.

With a bow full of grace, and a smile that is nature's, Desborus began all his genius to show,

When heart-slayers, beau-killers, annihilators,*

Waved lightly around her smooth forehead of snow.

*Different description of ringlets, so called.