ST. VALENTINE'S EVE.

SCENE--_The outside of a small fancy-stationer's in a

back-street. The windows are plastered with highly-coloured

caricatures, designed to convey the anonymous amenities

prescribed by poetic tradition at this Season of the Year. A

small crowd is inspecting these works of Art and Literature

with hearty approval._

_First Artisan_. See this 'ere, BILL? (_He spells out with a slow

relish._)

"With yer crawlin,' lick-spittle carneyin' ways,

Yo think very likely bein' a nippercrit'll pay!

Still some day it's certain you'll be found out at lorst

As a cringin', sloimy, snoike in the grorss!"

Why, it might ha' been wrote a-purpose for that there little cantin'

beggar up at our shop--blowed if it mightn't!

_Second Artisan_. Young MEALY, yer mean? But that's cawmplimentry--for

_him_--that is!

_First A._ But yer see the ideer of it. They've drawed im a snoike,

all 'cept 'is 'ed, d'ye see? That's why they've wrote "Snoike in the

Grorss," underneath. Hor-hor! they must be smart chaps to think o'

sech things as that 'ere, eh? [_They move on._

_First Servant Girl_ (_reading_)--

"Two squintin' boss-heyes, and 'air all foiry-red.

You surely can't ever expect to be wed?

Yer nose shows plain you've took to gin.

_You_'re a nice party for a wedding-ring!"

I've 'arf a mind to go in and git one o' them to send Missis.

_Second S.G._ (_in service elsewhere_). Oh, I _would_! Go in, SALLY,

quick. I can lend yer a ap'ny towards it.

_Sally_ (_meditatively_). _I_'d do it--on'y she'd guess 'ood sent it

her!

_Second S.G._ _Let_ 'er. You can stick 'er out it wasn't _you_.

_Sally_. I could, O' course--but it wouldn't be no use, she'd tell the

'andwriting on the hongvelope! (_Gloomily._)

_Second S.G._ Oh, if that's all, _I'll_ direct it for yer. Come on,

SALLY; it will be sech a lark, and then you can tell me all about what

she said arterwards! [_They enter the shop._

_First Young Person in hat and feathers_ (_reading_)--

"The female 'art you think you'll mash,

By sporting stick-up collars and a la-di-da moustache.

But I tell you straight it'll be a long time

Before I take you to be _my_ Valentine!"

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