Which soon she did, and there displayed
The finest limbs that ever maid
To lover's kindling eye presented,
But he, alas! was not contented.
And then he bade her throw aside
The garb which did her beauty hide,
And she, responsive to the call,
Soon let the inodorous garment fail,
And stood like fairest statue she
That mortal eyes did ever see;
Who now with unveiled nakedness,
Stood forth in radiant loveliness.
There was the pure and snowy skin,
Revealing currents warm within;
The graceful peak where beauty sits,
The swelling globes, the panting teats,
The fair abdomen, and the loins,
Where each fair thigh its fellow joins.
He saw all these, but fixed his eyes
Most on the spot where, 'twixt the thighs,
The rosy entrance to her heart
Lay like a rosebud rent apart;
For it, unlike to older girls,
Was yet unhid by clustering curls -
Save such a down as one might find
Upon a peach's luscious rind;
But still its coral lips displayed,
Undimmed by such a clustering shade;
A tempting thing! yet which to name,
Your Julia fair says, 'Oh, for shame!'
But to my tale; the youth we left
Still gazing on the rosy cleft.
He placed his garment on a chair,
And stood as naked as the fair;
Then with one arm around her twined,
He felt each part, before, behind,
And let his roving fingers glide
O'er her plump breast and smooth backside.
Nor was she idle, for her hand
Held something that she scarcely spann'd;
And as it rose she took the part
Which oft had nearly touched her heart;
But ere her grasp she did resign,
She placed it in Love's panting shrine,
In which, her feebleness unbent,
The uncapp'd pilgrim nobly went -
Though at the rosy gate he lingers,
Detain'd by her encircling fingers;
Then, by a motion known to wives,
Deep in the orifice he dives;
And as the luscious goal he nears,
With one quick movement disappears.
She hugs the owner, kisses, squeezes,
Her actions telling how it pleases;
Till with one convulsive throe,
She feels her lover's lava flow;
And on her back supinely laid,
This to her panting lover said -
'Oh, love, I'm gone, spent, tired, done,
And never had a better one!
Not even when you first did steal
Your hand beneath my shift to feel.
Then I felt yours, and, to my surprise,
Encountered a thing of such a size,
That I was frightened at its look
Ere it in my hand I took;
And when at last upon this bed
You gently took my maidenhead,
With all its length beneath my belt,
No more of girlish fears I felt.'
And thus they did their friendship seal,
In such a way as I do tell
Just then I heard a voice below,
And ne'er did voice displease me so;
Twas my cousin who thus called to me,
'Harry dear, come down to tea!'
I left the crevice with a frown,
And sulkily to my tea went down.
AN AMBASSADOR EXTRAORDINARY, AND THE HUMOUROUS MISTAKES OF A COUNTRY CORPORATION
During the last century an ambassador from Persia was received in France, which was a circumstance entirely new.
A splendid embassy from any power so distant as that never occurred before.
The Persian ambassador first mentioned knew nothing of the French language, and in consequence made a number of mistakes, the cause of much diversion; as, on coming to Paris, he was offered the use of the king's coach, but refused it, under the idea that he did not choose to be shut up in a box; and he was, besides this, of so fiery a temper, and had so high an opinion of his dignity, that he would often clap his hand to this sabre, and threaten punishment where the least offence was by no means intended.
In a country so polite as that of France, it is not to be supposed but that he met with all the indulgence that could be expected by a person ignorant of their manners. Occasions for these considerations were not few; for one time, as some ladies of the first quality came to see his mode of eating, which was to sit cross-legged upon a carpet upon the ground, he ordered his people to detain them for the purpose of gratifying his amorous inclinations, and seemed much chagrined at being told that in France it was to no purpose to throw the handkerchief to such as did not choose to take it up. Our readers hardly need be told that throwing the handkerchief in the East is the signal to the lady to whom it is directed, indicating that she must immediately attend the privacy of her lord, or the
