Love not, love not: the thing you love may die―― May perish from the gay and gladsome earth; The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky, Beam on its grave as once upon its birth. Love not, love not. Love not, love not: the thing you love may change, The rosy lip may cease to smile on you; The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange, The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true. Love not, love not. Love not, love not: oh! warning vainly said, In present years, as in the years gone by; Love flings a halo round the dear one’s head; Faultless, immortal-till they change or die. Love not, love not. HON. MRS. NORTON. ―――― SMOKE NOT. Smoke not! smoke not your weeds nor pipes of clay, Cigars are made from leaves of cauliflowers; Things that are doomed no duty e’er to pay, Grown, made, and smoked in a few short hours. Smoke not! smoke not! Smoke not! smoke not! the weed you smoke may change, The healthiness of your stomachic tone; Things to the eye grow queer, and passing strange, All thought seems undefined――save one――to be alone. Smoke not! smoke not! Smoke not! the tradesman whose weeds you smoke may die, May perish from the cabbage bearing earth; The sordid dun may to your chamber hie Sent by the Trustees in their tinless dearth. Smoke not! smoke not! Smoke not! smoke not! O warning vainly said, Cane and cap-paper since we first did try; Smoke flings a halo round the smoker’s head, And all in vain do anxious mothers cry Smoke not! smoke not! (Popular in Oxford in 1861). ―――― “STAY” NOT! THE SURGEON’S SONG TO THE SEX. (_Sung by Dr. Richardson._) “Stay” not! No longer don Tight cincture to your hurt, Trust Lady Harberton, Try the divided skirt. Most parlous is your state, Your only hope of cure Lies――try it ere too late―― In dual garmenture. “Stay” not! “Stay” not! “Stay” not! The torturing steel, The rib-compressing lace, Will mar the human weal, Will wreck the human race. What profits waist of wasp. Shape on the hour-glass model, When you don’t breathe, but gasp, When you don’t walk, but waddle? “Stay” not! “Stay” not! [_And they stay not――to listen_. _Punch._ February 17, 1883. ―――― SONG OF THE ELECTION.