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
And mourn the extinction of love in the
My recipe con- -'tis the charm which aro

The flame that may slumber, but seldo

Eliza once shone the perfection of beau.

The mirror of fashion, the phoenix c When Edwin, invited by love and by d Pray'd Hymen to favour an ardour so

He loved her-but long ere he whisper
Affection for him taught Eliza to sig
And arm'd with attractions by beauty
Her conquest she read in the glanc

Their nuptials were sweeten'd with

ture:

But exquisite pleasure the soonest Eliza forgot 'twas a trifle to capture, Compared with the art which retain

The Third Lesson of Love-a Bagatelle.

As clouds round the sun in bright glory descending,
Diffuse the rich radiance in rose-coloured streaks;
So each curl (while her eyes their new lustre were
lending)

Reflected the blushes of light on her cheeks.

And her portals of breath, with their pearls studded

round,

Lately dim from neglect, now new polish'd were

seen;

And oft as they oped to her voice's sweet sound,

A thousand young cupids were peeping between.

Hymen's lamp was rekindled, her Edwin grew kind,
More constancy never was shown by the dove;
At the conjugal chain he no longer repined,

Since HUGGINS entwined it with garlands of love.

Cupid's Lamentation-a Bagatelle.

CUPID'S LAMENTATION,

OR THE

PUFF ALLEGORICAL.

On the banks of the Hudson, enamell'd with flowers, Fair Venus reclined in a myrtle alcove;

Her doves were unyoked, and the wild-woven bowers Were vocal with strains to the goddess of love :

When soaring on high o'er the city's gay throng,

Her son met her view, who approach'd her retreat; On gossamer pinion he floated along,

And alighted mid roses that bloom'd at her feet.

"O Cupid! (she cried) what occasions this grief? "And where is thy quiver, thy bow, and thy darts ?" "All gone, dear mama! O a sad wicked thief

"Has ruin'd thy son"-sobb'd the ruler of hearts.

"I left you, but lately, to sport in the town,

"Where, mother, you promised me plenty of game; "But though many I started, not one I run down, "And Hymen, for me, may extinguish his flame.

"I peep'd in a shop, where a form met my view "Whose beauty surpass'd that of mortals by far; "So lovely, so fair, that I thought it was you,

"And entered to kiss and salute my mama.

Cupid's Lamentation-a Bagatelle.

"But an impudent mortal, who played with her hair, "Which wanton'd in ringlets on forehead of snow;

“One lovely lock opened, and slyly hid there "My ruby-tipp'd arrows and dear little bow.

"In vain I implored-he saw my tears flow,
"And tauntingly told me my prowess was o'er,
"When who should appear, but a gay little beau,
"Whom often in vain I had shot at before.

"The moment his eye met a glance of the fair,

"His bosom beat quickly with rapturous bound, "When one of my arrows flew swift from her hair,

"And entered that breast which I never could wound.

"Thus, thus, my dear mother, we both are undone, "For mortals no more will solicit our care;

"This thief gives each ringlet the power of your son, "And his art makes a Venus of each earthly fair."

"Where lives the usurper ?" with anger she cried, "Who dares on a mortal my beauties display ?" "In yonder great city"-the urchin replied

"His name they call Huggins, he lives in Broadway."

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