Qrris. ¥

Some black-beetles were then im-
pressed
For footmen and for driver ;

The fairy changed them ready dressed
She was such a contriver !

Then Cinderella, with a touch,
Is clothed with silk and lace ;
No trouble to prepare herself—

Not e’en to wash her face.

 

‘My dear,’ the little fairy cried,
‘Now go and have a dance;
Don’t eat too much, don’t flirt too

Your fortune [’ll advance. [much:

But mind you’re home again by one,
Or all my gifts will vanish ;

You, left but in your underclothes,
They from the scene would banish.

Besides, your sisters must not know
What you have been about ;

So mind that you return in time—
Don’t let them find you out.’

| The ball’s beyond description fine ;
| She danced each waltz and galop,
| And no quadrille did she sit still,

| But sailed round like a shallop.

‘ Now really, sir, ] must decline ;

| Tis time for me to go, sir.’

‘Oh, stay! oh, stay but this next
waltz!’

 

‘I really must say No, sir.’

The clock struck one, and off she ran:
She felt her raiment slipping ;
| Her shoes feel loose, but it is no use,

| Without one off she’s tripping.

 

The youth caught but a parting glance
As she fled through the door,

But pressed her slipper to his heart—
He picked it from the floor.

The morrow morn as Maud and Jane
Were talking o’er the ball,

| The Sheriff, in his coach of state,

Approached to make a call.