LAKE MAHOPAC — SATURDAY NIGHT.

By George Augustus Baker

“Yes, I'm here, I suppose you're delighted:

You'd heard I was not coming down!

Why I've been here a week!—‘ rather early’ —

I know, but it's horrid in town

A Boston? Most certainly, thank you.

This music is perfectly sweet;

Of course I like dancing in summer;

It's warm, but I do n't mind the heat.

The clumsy thing! Oh! how he hurt me!

I really can n't dance any more —

Let's walk — see, they're forming a Lancers;

These square dances are such a bore.

My cloak — oh! I really do n't need it —

Well, carry it,— so, in the folds —

I hate it, but Ma made me bring it;

She's frightened to death about colds.

This is rather cooler than dancing.

They're lovely piazzas up here;

Those lanterns look sweet in the bushes,

It's lucky the night is so clear.

I am rather tired — in this corner?—

Very well, if you like — I do n't care —

But you'll have to sit on the railing —

You see there is only one chair.

‘ So long since you've seen me’ — oh, ages!—

Let's see, why it's ten days ago —

‘ Seems years’ — oh! of course — do n't look spooney —

It is n't becoming, you know.

How bright the stars seem to-night, do n't they?

What was it you said about eyes?

How sweet!— why you must be a poet —

One never can tell till he tries.

Why can n't you be sensible, Harry!

I do n't like men's arms on my chair.

Be still! if you do n't stop this nonsense

I'll get up and leave you;— so there!

Oh! please do n't — I do n't want to hear it —

A boy like you talking of love.

‘ My answer!’ — Well, sir, you shall have it —

Just wait till I get off my glove.

See that?— Well, you need n't look tragic,

It's only a solitaire ring,—

Of course I am‘ proud of it’ — very —

It's rather an elegant thing.

Engaged!— yes — why, did n't you know it?

I thought the news must have reached here —

Why, the wedding will be in October —

The‘ happy man’ — Charley Leclear.

Now do n't blame me — I tried to stop you —

But you would go on like a goose;

I'm sorry it happened — forget it —

Do n't think of it — do n't — what's the use?

There's somebody coming — do n't look so —

Get up on the railing again —

Ca n't you seem as if nothing had happened?

I never saw such geese as men!

Ah, Charley, you've found me! A galop?

The‘ Bahn frei?’ Yes; take my bouquet —

And my fan, if you will — now I'm ready —

You'll excuse me, of course, Mr. Gray.”