A PROFUSE ENCOMIUM.

Lookin’ nice to-night, Miss Liza, Yo’s out dressed ’em all to-night. Wid dat ah so frusterkaytun Yo’ so dazzlin’ in de light! Please doan’ ’strew mah wurds fo flattah Spoken incandessenly, But! wid mutuallistic frankness ’Cep ’em fabbrykayshenly. “Thank you, Mistah Johnsin’, Do yo’ think I look so fine? ’Deed sah, Mistah Johnsin’, Yo’ so asterroshus kine. Woan’ yo’ sot beside me An’ conversykate er while, Please doan’ hab no skooples Kaze Ize togged up in dis style.” “Yo’s suppassed yo’se’f, Miss Liza, Quiv-vah-kay-shah-ently gran’, An’ yo’ grace dis runkshus ’kayshun Lak one fum de glory lan’. Ef yo’ hab no interjeckshuns Kaze sech ’joicin’ frollerkayshun Gibbs fellerisher-tish-shus glee.” “’Skyoose me, Mistah Johnsin’, I doan’ kyah to mingel late, I wood raddah be specktay-shus Sotin’ hyeah wid Mistah Gate. Not dat I doan’ d’ sah yo’ tenshun An’ doan’ preeshee-ate yo’ ’’ques’, I prefer tran-quil-ler-kayshun Sotin’ lookin’ at de res’.” “’Cep’ mah ’pology, Miss Liza, Fo’ mah troo-ser-tay-shus ’ques’. I jes ax’d yo’ fo’ politeness, Tho’t yo’d lak to jine de res’.” “’Tain’t er bit o’ trooshun, Mistah Johnsin’, not at tall! I may grant yo’ axin’ When we ’ten’ sum uddah ball.”