Anonymous - Pearl

Next day I found out, through Fred, that Charlie Vavasour had been my first partner, and that he himself believed he had had his sister in the melee, which she afterwards admitted to me was a fact, although she thought he did not know it, and the temptation to enjoy her brother was too much for her.

This orgie has been the means of establishing a kind of secret society amongst the circle of our friends. Anyone who gives a pressure of the hand and asks: "Do you remember Fred's birthday?" is free to indulge in love with those who understand it, and I have since been present at many repetitions of that birthday fun.

part III

We returned to school, and I kept up a regular correspondence with Frederick, the letters to and fro being enclosed in those of Alice. Time crept on, but as you can imagine as well or better than I can relate all the kinds of salacious amusements we girls used to indulge in, I shall skip over the next few years till I arrived at the age of seventeen; my guardians were in a hurry to present me at Court, and have me brought out in hopes that I might soon marry and relieve them of their trust.

Alice was so attached to me that since my first visit to her home, she had solicited her aunt to arrange with my guardians for my permanent residence with her during my minority, which quite fell in with their views, as it enabled me to see more society, and often meet gentlemen who might perhaps fall in love with my pretty face.

Lady St. Jerome undertook to present both Alice and myself; she was an aunt, and mentioned in her letter that unfortunately a star of the first magnitude would also be presented at the same drawing room, but still we might have a faint chance of picking up young Lothair, the great matrimonial prize of the season, if he did not immediately fall in love with the beautiful Lady Corisande, and that we should meet them both at Crecy House, at the Duchess's ball, in celebration of the presentation of her favourite daughter, for which she had obtained invitations for us. For nearly three weeks we were in a flutter of excitement, making the necessary preparations for our debut. My mother's jewels were reset to suit the fashion of the day, and every three or four days we went to town to see our Court milliner.

In company with Alice and her aunt, we arrived at Lord St. Jerome's town residence in St. James' Square, the evening before the eventful day; her ladyship was a most charming person of about thirty, without family, who introduced us before dinner to her niece, Miss Clare Arundel, Father Coleman, the family confessor, and Monsignore Berwick, the chamberlain of Pio Nono. The dinner was exquisite, and we passed a delightful evening, amused by the quiet humour of the confessor, and the sparkling wit of Monsignore, who seemed to studiously avoid religious subjects. Miss Arundel, with her beautiful, pensive, violet eyes, and dark brown golden hair, seemed particularly fascinated by the sallies of the latter, whilst there was a something remarked by both Alice and myself, which led us to suspect the existence of some curious tie between the two ecclesiastics and the ladies of the household.

Lord St. Jerome was not in town. At our special request, Alice and myself shared the same room, which opened into a spacious corridor, at one end of which was a small chapel or oratory. Our minds were so unsettled by the thoughts of the morrow, and also hopes of meeting some of our old friends in town, especially the Vavasours, that sleep was quite banished from our eyes; suddenly Alice started up in bed, with, "Hist! there's someone moving about the corridor." She sprang out of bed, and softly opened our door, whilst I followed and stood close behind her. "They're gone into the oratory," she said. "I saw a figure just in the act of passing in; I will know what is going on; we can easily slip into some of the empty rooms, if we hear anyone coming."

So saying, she put on her slippers and threw a shawl over her shoulders, and I followed her example; ready for any kind of adventure, we cautiously advanced along the corridor, soon we arrived at the door of the oratory, and could hear several low voices inside, but were afraid to push the door ajar for fear of being observed.

"Hush!" whispered Alice, "I was here when quite a little girl, and now remember that old Lady St. Jerome, who has been dead some time, used to use this room next to the chapel, and had a private entrance made for herself direct from the room into the oratory. If we can get in here," she said, turning the handle, "we shall be in a fine place to see everything, as the room is never used, and said to be haunted by the old lady." The door yielded to her pressure, and we slipped into a gloomy room, just able to see a little by the light of the moon.

(To be continued.)

A TASTE FOR FOREIGNERS.

(Imitated from Martial.)

To the French, to the Germans and Swedes,

Easy Harriet, you give up your charms;

Italians and Russians besides

Have all had their turns in your arms;

You despise not the Dutch, nor the Danes,

Mulattoes, or Negroes, or Finns;

In you they may all quench their flames,

Whatever the tint of their skins.

You reject the capless concerns,

Or the circumcised Turk or the Jew;

In short, every nation by turns,

Has had an erection in you;

Your fancy is truly uncommon,

The reason I wish I could find;

While by birth you're a true Englishwoman,

That no true English prick's to your mind.

ADULTERY'S THE GO!

(A Song before the time of the New Divorce Court.)

When we were boys the world was good,

But that is long ago;

Now all the wisest folks are lewd,

For Adultery's the go.

The go, the go, the go,

Adultery's the go!

Quite tired of leading virtuous lives,

Though spotless as the snow,

Among the chaste and pious wives,

Adultery's the go.

The go, the go, the go, &c.

Long life then to the House of Lords,

They know a thing or two;

You see from all their grand awards,

That Adultery's the go.

The go, the go, the go, &c.

And Lady Barlow, Mrs. Hare,

Case, Clarke, and Bolders;

Teed, Ash ton, James, and all declare

Adultery's the go.

The go, the go, the go, &c.

Some husbands still are jealous,

And guard the furbelow,

But spite such prudish fellows,

Adultery's the go.

The go, the go, the go, &c.

Horn'd cuckolds were mad raging bulls,

A century ago;

Now, they're tame oxen, silly fools,

For Adultery's the go.

The go, the go, the go, &c.

Then, hey for Doctors' Commons,

With horned beasts arow;

For man's delight, and woman's,

Adultery's the go.

HER VERY SOUL.

On Sundays, in a church like this,

I joy to face the blushing Miss,

Eye within eye, agog for bliss,

Through touching not, I only kiss,

Her very soul! Her very soul!

She falls at once into my plan,

I guess she prays, behind her fan,

"Oh, for a man! A real man!

To satiate, as he only can,

Her very soul! Her very soul!

Heavens! what a glance! see her suck,

And lick her lips, on fire for cock.

I see her frisky bottom buck,

While with the prick of lust I fuck,

Her very soul! Her very soul!

FIRST RONDEAU.

Ten years ago, on Christmas day,

Fair Helen stole my heart away,

I went to church — but not to pray,

Ten years ago.

To pray? Yes — pray to Helen's eyes;

Ah! would that we had been more wise;

To-day, she would not recognize

Him, whom she kissed in ecstasies,

Ten years ago.

SECOND RONDEAU.

Again we've met, and now I find,

Her still more luscious to my mind;

She was not to such pranks inclined,