Anonymous - The Boudoir No.1

Seemed with each other highly pleased;

And that maid, my wayward muse,

Could scarce a fitter subject choose.

Their dress was very scant, for she

Was simply robed in a chemise,

Whilst the fair youth did also lack

All but one garment on his back;

But when his free hand wandered o'er

The charms which 'neath her dress she wore,

He got quite warm, and bade her lift

Up to her slender waist her shift;

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.

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 Sultan.

But, to return, Mehemet Rezeh Beg, having refused to make his entry into Paris in a coach, rode on horseback.

Here he appeared like one of the heroes of ancient Xerxes.

His physiognomy was of the first craft for dignity, and his black eyes seemed vivacity itself without the least tincture of levity, which too often accompanies it.

His turban, corresponding with the other parts of his dress, glittered with jewels; but these were in a great measure obscured when he received an audience of the French King, by the brilliancy of the court. His Majesty had on a velvet habit entirely covered with diamonds, and with all the appendages of royalty sat upon a throne elevated for the purpose of displaying his magnificence to the greater advantage; the dauphin, it is to be observed, sat near His Majesty; the Duke of Orleans on the other side, and the princes of the blood according to their different ranks; while the princesses appeared upon an amphitheatre upon the right and left, arrayed in a manner so rich and brilliant, as no doubt to form one of the first spectacles in the world. The ambassador and his suite had now to pass through a lane of courtiers hardly less showy, and, though he was received in the most gracious manner imaginable, he insisted upon kissing the dauphin, and with his sabre in his hand effected it by main force; and though His Majesty every day sent him three sheep, a lamb, forty pounds of rice, butter, milk, amp;c. he ate nothing that was not prepared by his own servants.

But the cream of his proceedings was in the reception he met with in Provence, previous to his arrival at Paris. The corporation of one of the principal towns there, hearing that a deputation had been sent from Marseilles to congratulate him on his entry into that place, were resolved to imitate them, but what to do for an orator to express their sentiments in the Persian language, they knew not. However, after a strenuous search, they found a sailor who had been a long time at Bassora, and, in fine, was just such a person as they wanted.

An oration being drawn up was soon got by heart, and translated by the new spokesman, who, being habited for the purpose, was put at the head of the corporation to address the ambassador on his entrance into the town. But in the delivery of this address, his excellence proved his misfortune; for his language appeared so perfect to the ambassador, that he could suppose him no other than some renegade disciple of Mahomet, a description which ail true believers hold in the utmost contempt, and never fail to chastise to the farthest extent of their abilities.

Under this view, instead of the gracious answer expected by the orator, the ambassador began to upbraid him in the most opprobrious terms: "Wretch!" said he, drawing his cymitar, "confess the truth, or thou this instant losest thy head! Art thou not an apostate from the true faith of the circumcised?"