He went to the Casino, whither mostly people go,
And lost his tin at baccarat and eke _petits chevaux_;
And still the maidens flocked around, and vowed he was amusing 'em,
And borrowed five-franc pieces, just for fear he should be losing 'em;
And then he'd sandwiches and bocks, which brought on bad dyspep-
sia for LIONEL beloved by Damsels of Dieppe.

As bees will swarm around a hive, the maids of _La belle France_
Went mad about our LIONEL and thirsted for his glance;
In short they were reduced unto a state of used-up coffee lees
By this mild, melancholic, maudlin, mournful Mephistopheles.
He rallied them in French, in which he had the gift of rep-
artee, and sunnily they smiled, the Damsels of Dieppe.

At last one day he had to go; they came upon the pier;
The French girls sobbed, "_Mon cher!_" and then the English sighed,
"My dear!"
He looked at all the threatening waves, and cried, the while embracing
'em,
(I mean the girls, not waves,) "Oh no! I don't feel quite like facing
'em!"
And all the young things murmured, "Stay, and you will find sweet rep-
aration for the folks at home in Damsels of Dieppe."

And day by day, and year by year, whene'er he sought the sea,
The waves were running mountains high, the wind was blowing free.
At last he died, and o'er his bier his sweethearts sang doxology,
And vowed they saw his ghost, which came from dabbling in psychology.
And to this hour that spook is seen upon the pier. If scep-