One of the servants will put you to
bed." And Uncle WILLIAM went back to the decanter.
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[Illustration: ANOTHER SCENE FROM THE PANTOMIME AT ST. STEPHEN'S.
_The Illuminated Doorway. Brilliant effect lately introduced into the
House of Commons._]
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A DEAD FROST.
When I saw you on "a January morning,"
With a very little pair of skates indeed,
And the frosty glow your fairy face adorning,
I was suddenly from other passions freed.
And the year at its imperial beginning
Showed the woman who alone was worth the winning;
Though the growing flame awhile I tried to smother
Like a brother;
And that's a very common phase indeed,
As we read.
My hat and stick I suddenly found fleeting,
And they whistled o'er the surface, smooth and black,
And the ice, with an unwonted warmth of greeting,
Slapt me suddenly and hard upon the back.
I didn't mind your laughing, if the laughter
Had left no sting of scorn to rankle after.
Though I'd joyously have flung myself before you
To adore you,
Still to sit with all one's might upon the ice
Isn't nice.
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