l her boxes were full;
Her powder she kept in a Fire Zouave's skull.

CHORUS.--Beautifully explaining Southern taste for Northern bones,
and proving that an author's bones are sacred in the sight of
Southern damsels:

Your soft Southern maidens (like nations at large,
Who take the dear bones of their authors in charge)
Are so literary, they'd far rather scan
A Norther's dead bones than the best living man.

III.

She played the piano; embroidered also,
And worked worsted poodles and trees in a row;
Made knitting-work slippers that no one could wear,
And plastered pomatum all over her hair.

CHORUS.--Satisfactorily revealing to the curious fair sex why she
used pomatum when Bandoline was in fashion:

Though Bandoline surely excels all pomade,
The Southern supply couldn't run the blockade;
At first it _did_ bring an exorbitant sum,
And then contrabandoline straight did become.

IV.

As Linda was practising "Norma," one day,
Her father came in in his usual way;
And having first spat on the carpeted floor,
Went on to address her as never before:

CHORUS.--Showing conclusively why this tender parent had never done
so before:

On Southern plantations when money is flush
Paternal affection comes out with a gush:
But when, as in the war times, the cash is _non est_,
The Father is lost in the planter distressed.

V.

"My daughter, my Linda," he tenderly said,
"Your mother for several years has been dead;
But not until now could I muster the strength
To tell you what all must have found out at length."

CHORUS.--Casually demonstrating how it must really have been found
out at length:

The Dixian feminines, true to their sex,
To each other's precedents pay their respects;
And if there's a secret in any girl's life,
They're bound to disclose it before she's a wife.

VI.

"That you are my child, it were vain to deny;
But who was your mother? There, darling, don't cry.
The truth must be told, though it harrows me sore,
Your ma was an Octoroon slave,--nothing more."

CHORUS.--Analytical of morals in the sunny South, and touchingly
illustrative of the Institution affected by the Emancipation
Proclamation:

Your slave is your property, therefore 'tis clear
The child of your slave is your chattel fore'er;