On old Assyrian spoils intent, Our very presence he forgot, While we o'er strings of wampum bent-- We saw them and we saw them not. He lived within a past long dead, We, in the seconds as they sped. Within a carven mirror old, Suddenly, as we wandered by, You looked upon your hair of gold And flushing face, and so did I. Then on we passed: a vault we found, And PHARAOH'S coffin, underground. Oh, if his phantom ever stood Beside the coffin made for him, And saw you in your joyous mood, With your bright eyes and figure slim, King PHARAOH might have envied us Beside his old sarcophagus! But, PHARAOH, we, remembering The ancient creed that souls of men May see the summer and the spring, May live again, and love again, A moment wished the tale were true, Because--it seemed so hard on you! * * * * * WANTED IN THE WORLD OF "ART."--A Spring Clean! * * * * * TO A YOUNG ACTRESS. [Illustration] You regret that all you do Is to be a lady who Just walks on--a smile or two, Then you're gone; For you think that any gawk Would be good enough to walk, You undoubtedly should talk When you're "on." You are but a sort of show. Silence for a girl is slow, Speech is woman's right, I know That is true, And although your pretty face Charms beholders by its grace, You would like a higher place, Wouldn't you? But we cannot all have "leads," Nicely suited to our needs, To excel in words and deeds, Don't you see? So, if you desire to speak, I am not so far to seek, I would listen for a week-- Talk to me. * * * * * SOMETHING YET!--"Mr. G." is a proficient in several languages. In Italian, as well as in Latin, in ancient and modern Greek, he can, we believe, converse fluently, when anyone gives him a chance. With Russian he may be acquainted, for, as this is "caviare to the general," it may be equally so to an ex-prime-minister. With Spanish Mr. G. is, probably, not on speaking terms, though, no doubt he is well up in the niceties of the language; and there are many spoken languages of which he possesses more than a smattering. But the accomplished scholar has yet something to learn from one RICHARD CUMBERLAND, a bishop in the last century, not the playwright, of whom it is on record that, being a proficient in most ancient and modern languages, he "began to learn Coptic at the age of eighty-three!" Although Mr. G. has gone very far north, yet has he not at present got up to CUMBERLAND. * * * * * A SUGGESTION.--There are two excellent waters, Apollinaris and Johannis, known to everyone as "'Polly" and "Jo." Might not the two companies amalgamate, and reproduce the success of "MY 'POL' AND MY PARTNER 'JO.'" * * * * *