THE LOVELY YOUNG MAN.

Oh the elements varied — the exquisite plan —

That are used in constructing the lovely young man!

His face he has easily made to possess

The expression of nothing within to express;

His hair is oiled glossily back of his ears,

Atop of his head an equator appears;

His scanty mustache has symmetrical bends,

Is groomed with precision, and waxed at both ends;

His darling complexion, bewitching to see,

Is powdered the same as a lady's might be.

And this is the dear whom the newspapers rude

Have scornfully treated, and christened the ——.

The mental equipment I'll tell, if I can,

That Nature has given the lovely young man:

A set of emotions consistently weak,

To go with a creature so gentle and meek;

A will no opposing can break or surmount

( Concerning all matters of no great account );

A reasoning wheel, quite correctly revolved

( When used on small questions already resolved );

A taste for each gaudy and glistening thing

That grows on the vision and dies on the wing.

Elaborate methods and principles crude

Encompass the mental estate of the ——.

The outer habiliments hastily scan,

Employed in adorning the lovely young man!

His feet two triangular cases have sought,

By which his five toes to a focus are brought;

The sheathes that enfold his propellers within

Are on the most intimate terms with his skin;

His starch-tortured collar on tip-toe appears,

Desirous of learning the length of his ears;

And fifteen-sixteenths of his brain, very nigh,

Has run all to blossom and stopped in his tie.

Such some of the splendors mad Fashion has strewed

All over the surface comprising the ——.

Oh measure the brief philological span

Of the high-pressure words of the lovely young man!—

“B’ Jauve! you dau n't sayh saw! youah playing it low!

Aw, auy n't she a daisy! I knaw her, y’ knaw.

She's thweet on me, somehow, though why I daw n't say,

It caw n't be my beauty, it must be my way!

Did you notith, laust night, Chawley Johnson's neck-tie?

It paralyzed me, and I thought I should d-i-e!

He's quite a sound fellaw to talk to awhile;

It's weally a pity he is n't our style!”

And thus talks forever, with slight interlude,

The creature that lately was christened a ——.

Oh boys! there are several hundreds of ways

To make yourselves small to the average gaze;

Of which some will cost you considerably less,

Accomplishing nearly an equal success.

Go purchase a gilded hand-organ some day,

And stand on the corner and solemnly play;

Envelop yourselves in the skin of an ape,

Assuming his methods as well, as his shape;

Submit to refined zoological charms,

And carry a lap-dog about in your arms;

But do n't let Destruction upon you intrude.

So far as to make you down into a ——.

I think I saw, a minute's half or less,

The young girl who composed this spiteful mess;

She watched me pick it up, made a half rush

Toward me, and then retreated with a blush.

I called, before she vanished from my vision,

“My dear, I think you've lost your composition!”

But she dodged off, as if she seemed to doubt it,

And, I suppose, went on to school without it.

Pacing the question over, far and near,

I think the little maid was too severe.

Sweet Charity can roof much sin, they tell,

Why should n't it shelter foolishness as well?

When we draw rein and look about a minute,

We see no field but God is somewhere in it;

He made the eagle and the lion, I've heard;

Why not the monkey and the chipping-bird?