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THE
ROSE
UPON
MY
BALCONY
The
rose
upon
my
balcony
the
morning
air
perfuming
Was
leafless
all
the
winter
time
and
pining
for
the
spring
;
You
ask
me
why
her
breath
is
sweet
and
why
her
cheek
is
blooming
,
It
is
because
the
sun
is
out
and
birds
begin
to
sing
.
The
nightingale
,
whose
melody
is
through
the
greenwood
ringing
,
Was
silent
when
the
boughs
were
bare
and
winds
were
blowing
keen
:
And
if
,
Mamma
,
you
ask
of
me
the
reason
of
his
singing
,
It
is
because
the
sun
is
out
and
all
the
leaves
are
green
.
Thus
each
performs
his
part
,
Mamma
,
the
birds
have
found
their
voices
,
The
blowing
rose
a
flush
,
Mamma
,
her
bonny
cheek
to
dye
;
And
there
's
sunshine
in
my
heart
,
Mamma
,
which
wakens
and
rejoices
,
And
so
I
sing
and
blush
,
Mamma
,
and
that
's
the
reason
why
.
During
the
intervals
of
the
stanzas
of
this
ditty
,
the
good-natured
personage
addressed
as
Mamma
by
the
singer
,
and
whose
large
whiskers
appeared
under
her
cap
,
seemed
very
anxious
to
exhibit
her
maternal
affection
by
embracing
the
innocent
creature
who
performed
the
daughter
's
part
.
Every
caress
was
received
with
loud
acclamations
of
laughter
by
the
sympathizing
audience
.
At
its
conclusion
(
while
the
music
was
performing
a
symphony
as
if
ever
so
many
birds
were
warbling
)
the
whole
house
was
unanimous
for
an
encore
:
and
applause
and
bouquets
without
end
were
showered
upon
the
Nightingale
of
the
evening
.
Lord
Steyne
's
voice
of
applause
was
loudest
of
all
.
Becky
,
the
nightingale
,
took
the
flowers
which
he
threw
to
her
and
pressed
them
to
her
heart
with
the
air
of
a
consummate
comedian
.
Lord
Steyne
was
frantic
with
delight
.
His
guests
'
enthusiasm
harmonized
with
his
own
.
Where
was
the
beautiful
black-eyed
Houri
whose
appearance
in
the
first
charade
had
caused
such
delight
?
She
was
twice
as
handsome
as
Becky
,
but
the
brilliancy
of
the
latter
had
quite
eclipsed
her
.
All
voices
were
for
her
.
Stephens
,
Caradori
,
Ronzi
de
Begnis
,
people
compared
her
to
one
or
the
other
,
and
agreed
with
good
reason
,
very
likely
,
that
had
she
been
an
actress
none
on
the
stage
could
have
surpassed
her
.
She
had
reached
her
culmination
:
her
voice
rose
trilling
and
bright
over
the
storm
of
applause
,
and
soared
as
high
and
joyful
as
her
triumph
.
There
was
a
ball
after
the
dramatic
entertainments
,
and
everybody
pressed
round
Becky
as
the
great
point
of
attraction
of
the
evening
.
The
Royal
Personage
declared
with
an
oath
that
she
was
perfection
,
and
engaged
her
again
and
again
in
conversation
.
Little
Becky
's
soul
swelled
with
pride
and
delight
at
these
honours
;
she
saw
fortune
,
fame
,
fashion
before
her
.
Lord
Steyne
was
her
slave
,
followed
her
everywhere
,
and
scarcely
spoke
to
any
one
in
the
room
beside
,
and
paid
her
the
most
marked
compliments
and
attention
.
She
still
appeared
in
her
Marquise
costume
and
danced
a
minuet
with
Monsieur
de
Truffigny
,
Monsieur
Le
Duc
de
la
Jabotiere
's
attache
;
and
the
Duke
,
who
had
all
the
traditions
of
the
ancient
court
,
pronounced
that
Madame
Crawley
was
worthy
to
have
been
a
pupil
of
Vestris
,
or
to
have
figured
at
Versailles
.
Only
a
feeling
of
dignity
,
the
gout
,
and
the
strongest
sense
of
duty
and
personal
sacrifice
prevented
his
Excellency
from
dancing
with
her
himself
,
and
he
declared
in
public
that
a
lady
who
could
talk
and
dance
like
Mrs.
Rawdon
was
fit
to
be
ambassadress
at
any
court
in
Europe
.
He
was
only
consoled
when
he
heard
that
she
was
half
a
Frenchwoman
by
birth
.
"
None
but
a
compatriot
,
"
his
Excellency
declared
,
"
could
have
performed
that
majestic
dance
in
such
a
way
.
"
Then
she
figured
in
a
waltz
with
Monsieur
de
Klingenspohr
,
the
Prince
of
Peterwaradin
's
cousin
and
attache
.
The
delighted
Prince
,
having
less
retenue
than
his
French
diplomatic
colleague
,
insisted
upon
taking
a
turn
with
the
charming
creature
,
and
twirled
round
the
ball-room
with
her
,
scattering
the
diamonds
out
of
his
boot-tassels
and
hussar
jacket
until
his
Highness
was
fairly
out
of
breath
.
Papoosh
Pasha
himself
would
have
liked
to
dance
with
her
if
that
amusement
had
been
the
custom
of
his
country
.
The
company
made
a
circle
round
her
and
applauded
as
wildly
as
if
she
had
been
a
Noblet
or
a
Taglioni
.
Everybody
was
in
ecstacy
;
and
Becky
too
,
you
may
be
sure
.
She
passed
by
Lady
Stunnington
with
a
look
of
scorn
.
She
patronized
Lady
Gaunt
and
her
astonished
and
mortified
sister-in-law
--
she
ecrased
all
rival
charmers
.
As
for
poor
Mrs.
Winkworth
,
and
her
long
hair
and
great
eyes
,
which
had
made
such
an
effect
at
the
commencement
of
the
evening
--
where
was
she
now
?
Nowhere
in
the
race
.
She
might
tear
her
long
hair
and
cry
her
great
eyes
out
,
but
there
was
not
a
person
to
heed
or
to
deplore
the
discomfiture
.
The
greatest
triumph
of
all
was
at
supper
time
.
She
was
placed
at
the
grand
exclusive
table
with
his
Royal
Highness
the
exalted
personage
before
mentioned
,
and
the
rest
of
the
great
guests
.
She
was
served
on
gold
plate
.
She
might
have
had
pearls
melted
into
her
champagne
if
she
liked
--
another
Cleopatra
--
and
the
potentate
of
Peterwaradin
would
have
given
half
the
brilliants
off
his
jacket
for
a
kind
glance
from
those
dazzling
eyes
.
Jabotiere
wrote
home
about
her
to
his
government
.
The
ladies
at
the
other
tables
,
who
supped
off
mere
silver
and
marked
Lord
Steyne
's
constant
attention
to
her
,
vowed
it
was
a
monstrous
infatuation
,
a
gross
insult
to
ladies
of
rank
.
If
sarcasm
could
have
killed
,
Lady
Stunnington
would
have
slain
her
on
the
spot
.
