say, took out his yellow bandanna, and brushed the beady drops from
his brow, and laid the contents of his white kids on his heart, and
sighed with ecstatic sympathy. The song began,--

"Come to the greenwood tree, {1}
Come where the dark woods be,
Dearest, O come with me!
Let us rove--O my love--O my love!
O my-y love!

(Drunken Cobbler without)
O my-y love!"

"Beast!" says Eglantine.

"Come--'tis the moonlight hour,
Dew is on leaf and flower,
Come to the linden bower,
Let us rove--O my love--O my love!
Let us ro-o-ove, lurlurliety; yes, we'll rove, lurlurliety,
Through the gro-o-ove, lurlurliety--lurlurli-e-i-e-i-e-i!

(Cobbler, as usual)--
Let us ro-o-ove," etc.

"YOU here?" says another individual, coming clinking up the street,
in a military-cut dress-coat, the buttons whereof shone very bright
in the moonlight. "YOU here, Eglantine?--You're always here."

"Hush, Woolsey," said Mr. Eglantine to his rival the tailor (for he