Mr. C. (to himself, as he departs rather sheepishly).  I’ve offended that girl—­I could see she was wild at missing that Barn Dance.  I wish I had danced it, I’m sure,—­it would have saved me several francs.  It was all her own fault.  However, I’ll ask her for a waltz another evening, and make it up to her that way.  Confound those Petits Chevaux!

Miss D. AMY, he’s gone,—­and I haven’t danced and I haven’t sat out with him—­and he can’t’ say it’s my fault either! (She kisses her hand to the Petits Chevaux inside.) Thanks, ever so much, you dear little beasts!

* * * * *

THE BRUMMAGEM BIRDCATCHER.

(A LAY OF A LABOUR PROGRAMME.) AIR—­“THE RATCATCHER’S DAUGHTER.”

[Illustration:  Brummagem Birdcatcher (aside).  “AH!  I FANCY I SHALL HAVE THEM PRESENTLY!”]

  In Vestminster not long ago there dvelt a lad named JOEY;
  He vos not raised in Vestminster, but in a place more goey. 
  At snaring birds he vos a dab, of eggs (and plots) a hatcher;
  And he vos called young Vistling JOE, the Brummagem Birdcatcher.

  Young JOE of Grand Old VILL-I-AM, at fust vos pal most chummy,
  But second fiddle vos not quite the instrument for Brummy. 
  Says he, “Old VILL vants his own vay, the vicked old vote-snatcher! 
  But that arrangement vill not suit the Brummagem Birdcatcher!

  “I am as artful, qvite, as he, and much more young and active;
  I’ve a sweet vistle of my own the birds find most attractive. 
  My nets may be unauthorised, and my decoys not his’n;
  Vot odds, ven those decoys vill draw, those nets the birds imprison?

  “VILLIAM’s a old Monopolist, or vould be if I’d let him;
  But on this here pertikler field I’ll lick him, that I’ll bet him. 
  I am a cove as hates the Nobs; I dearly loves my neighbour;
  And if I have a feeling heart it is for Honest Labour!

  “VILLIAM’s decoys are out of date but ven I’d shake and rummage’em
  He gets his back up like a shot.  He’s jealous of Young Brummagem! 
  I’ll set up on my own account; and I’ve a new half dozen
  Of nice decoys vich I am sure the shyest birds vill cozen.

  “I am not arter nightingales, the pappy poet’s darlings,
  I’m qvite content vith blackbirds brisk, and even busy starlings. 
  The birds vot delve, vot track the plough, vot vatch the rustic
          thatcher,
  Are good enough—­in numbers—­for the Brummagem Birdcatcher.

  “VILLIAM may lure his Irish larks, and redpoles, tits, and finches,
  Good British birds vill do for me.  I’m vun as never flinches
  From spreading of my nets all vide; vot comes I can’t determine,
  But I don’t care for carrion-birds, I looks on ’em as wermin!

  “And so I ups and spreads my nets.  Vot if the birds see plainly? 
  My vistle is so vondrous sveet, I shall not spread ’em wainly,
  Then, my decoys!  Ah! them’s the boys!  In patience and in skill I am
  The cove to catch a big bird-batch, and qvite a match for
          VILL-I-AM!”