MASHED BY A MARCHIONESS.

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 404, 21 September 1889, Page 4

MASHED BY A MARCHIONESS.

Tve lately gone and lost my 'art, and wher , you'll never guess ; I'm regularly mashed upon a lovely marchioness ! 'Twas at a fancy fair we met, inside the Albert t 'All. I So affable she smiled at me as I came near her 1 stall ! At titles and distinctions once I'd ignorantly scoff, As if no bond could be betwixt the tradesman and the toff! I held with those who'd do away with difference in ranks. But that was all before I met the Marchioness of Manx ! A home was being started by some aristocrats, For orphan kittens, born of poor but well-con-nected cats ; And of the swells who planned a fete thii object to assist. The Marchioness of Manx's name stood foremost on the list. I never saw a smarter 'and in serring in a shop, For every likely customer she caught upon the 1 'op! And from the form her ladyship displayed at that bazaai', You might have took your oath she'd been been brought up behind a bar! In vain I tried to kid her that my purse had been forgot ; She spotted me in 'alf a jiff, and chaffed me precious hot ! A soy. for one regaliar she gammoned me to spend, " You really can't refuse," she said, " I've bitten off the end !" " Do buy my crewel work," she urged, "it goes ; across a chair ; You'll find it come in useful, as I see you 'ile t your 'air !" So I 'anded over thirty bob, though not a coiny bloke; I couldn't tell a marchioness how nearly I was broke ! A raffie was the next concern I put my rhino in; The prize a talking parrot which I didn't want to win. Then her sister, Lady Tabby, showed a painted milking-stool. And I bought it, though it's not a thing I sit ok. as a rule. The marquis kept a-fidgeting and frowning at his wife. For she talked to me as free as if she'd known me all my life ! I felt that I was in the swim, so wasn't overawed, v But 'ung about and spent my cash as lavish as » lord ! Next time I meet the marchioness a-ridintr in the Row, I'll ketch her eye and raise my 'at, and up to her I'll go, And tell her next my 'art I ke«p the stump of that cigar She sold me on the 'appy day we 'ad at her bazaar !

Punch.

The lace frills which most American, women have kept hidden away for several seasons are brought out anew this summer and sewn into the sleeves and the classicdraperies of waists. Simple white waists made of French' nainsook, Indian linen, American surah, or China silk, are worn over skirts of various kinds. These are dressy and very comfortable on warm summer days.