Volume 103 — TO MY RIVAL.

How I loved her, blindly, madly! Sighing sadly, Feeling hurt If I did not see her daily. Oh, how gaily She could flirt! Flirt with me, or flirt with others, With my brothers Just as well, How I could be such a duffer So to suffer, I can't tell. Then you came, played tennis finely, Danced divinely, Sang as well; Half Adonis, half Apollo, Beat me hollow. Such a swell! How I hated you, so clever! You were never Thought a bore! When I saw you so romantic I was frantic; How I swore! I've recovered. Is she not a Child that's got a Newer toy? From the first she thought she'd booked you; Now she's hooked you. Wish you joy!

I'll forgive you altogether,— She'll see whether I shall care,— Shake your hand and gaily greet you, When I meet you Anywhere.