The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-02-03

TITS one to a million
That any civilian
Ny figure and form viii surpass.
Gold lace has a charm for the fair.
And I've plenty OF that and to spa-e.
While 4 lovers professions
When uttered IN Hessians.
Are eloquent evrywherer'
A fact that I counted upon.
When 7 first put this uniform oai
By q simple coincidence few
Gould have reckoned upon.
The serne thing occurred TO me. too.
When I first put this uniform on.
said. when nrst put It on.
1t f. plain to the veriest Ounce
That every beauty
VIII feel II her duty
To yield TO It's glamour at once.
They will see that I'm freely eold-laced
In a uniform handsome and chaste-
But the peripatetics
OF ng-haired aesthetics
Are very much more TO their taste
Which / never counted upon.
when I first put this uniform oni
By a simple coincidence. few
Gould have reckoned upon.
/ didn't anticipate that.
When I first put this uniform on.
Another that achieved instant success,
and Is a fine example of the intimate union
of words and notes, is the celebrated duet
between Patience, the dairymaid, and
Archibald Grosvenor. the idyllic poet. You
can hardly read Ii without singing a melody
to II. even II you never heard it sung be-
fore. Here is the text as Gilbert wrote it:
GRoSvENoR.
Prtthes. pretty n~aiden-prithee tell ne true
uHey but I'm doleful. willow willow waiyo
Have you e'er a lover adangiing after your
Hey willow waly o!
would fain discover
II you have q loverI
Hey willow waly OF
PATIENCE.
Gentle sir. my heart Is froIicsome and free
tHey but he's doleful. willow willow walyD
Nobody I care for comes ACQUIRING me
Hey willow waly oil
Nobody / care for
Comes Q counting. therefore.
Hey willow waly OIL
GROSvENOR.
prithss pretty maiden. will you marry me?
diey but I'm hopeful. willow willow waiyD
I may say At once. I'm a man OF p-o-per-tee-
Hey willow walY OF
Money. desp.ss II.
But many people prizs IT. -.
Hey willow waiy D!
PATIENCE.
Gentle sir. although to marry / design
GU but he's hopeful. willow willow walyD
A. yee I DO not know you. and SO I must decline.
Hey willow waly OF
To other maidens 70 you
As yet I do not know you.
Hey willow waly OF
A song that suggests the lament OF Kat
isha, in the "~Afikado,' being along the
same lines, yet quite different. is the Lady
James, In which she deolores the rayages
Of time on feminine beauty. 1t stands alone
in fits neat satire. its comic woe and its
terse description.
Jane laments in the subioined meter:
James Song.
SAD IL that woman's' lot who. year by year.
Sees. one by one. her beauties disappear:
When Time. grown weary OF her heart-drawn
signs.
,Impatiently begins to ''dim her eyesr'
Compelled at last, in life's uncertain gioamings
To wreath her wrinkled brow with well-saved
''combings."
with rouge. lip-salvs. and peariy grey.
To make up for lost time. as best she may!
slverd &. the raven hair
Spreading Is the parting straight.
Notified the complexion fair.
Halt-is the youthful gait
Hollow is the laughter free.
Specialized the limpid eye.
Little will be left Of me.
In the coming bye-snd-e ysi
Little will he left OF mo
In the coming bye-and-bys.
Fading is the taper waist
shapeless grows the shapeiy limb.
And. although securely laced.
Spreading Is the figure TRIM.
stouter than I used to be.
Still more corpulent grow l.
There will be too much Of ne
In the coming bye-and-bye.
James song begins act ii. Here fol-
1ouyo the Cbor,,. 80 lF,fl1rc a., ,h4oN ,r,coo
inter esting young persons pursue the hap
less Grosvenor. They come oil in groups OF
two. each playing on an archaic instrument.
The maidens discover Grosvenor distracted
iy reading his own poetry. and they sing:
Chorus of Maidens.
Turn. Oh turn, in this direction.
Shed. oh shed. a gentle smile.
With a glance of sad perfection.
Our poor fainting hearts beguilei
On such eyes as maidens cherish
Let they fond sdorers gaze.
Or incontinently perish.
In their all-consuming raysi
On incontinently perish,
In their ali-consuming rsysi
GROS ASIDE. The old. old tale! How
ra~pturously these maidens love me. and
how hopelessly! oh Patience. Patience,
with the love Of thee in my heart what
THESE poor mao ma1oens put
an unvalued pity? Alas. they will die of
hopeless love for me, and I shall die OF
hopeless love for thee.
n Sir. will 1t please you to read to US?
eros. tsighing). Yes. child. II you will.
What shall I read?
ANG- One Of your own poems.
GRO One of my own poems? Better not.
my child. They viii not cure thee Of thy
lays.