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Ah! grief is a curious passion;
And yours, I am sorely afraid, The very next phase of the fashion
Will find it beginning to fade. Though dark are the shadows of grief,
The morning will follow the night, Half-tints will betoken relief,
Till joy shall be symboled in whitel Ah well! it were idle to quarrel
With Fashion, or aught she may do; And so I conclude with a moral
And metaphor-warranted newWhen measles come handsomely out,
The patient is safest, they say; And the sorrow is mildest, no doubt,
That works in a similar way!
HANS BREITMANN'S PARTY.
C. G. LELAND.
Dey had biano-blayin';
Her name vas Matilda Yane.
Her eyes vas himmel-plue,
Dey shplit mine heart in two.
I vent dere you'll pe pound;
Und vent shpinning round und round.
She vayed 'pout dwo hoondred pound, Und efery dime she gife a shoomp
She make de vindows sound.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
I dells you it cost him dear;
Of foost-rate lager beer.
The Deutschers gifes a cheer:
Nefer coom to a het dis year.
Dere all was Souse and Brouse,
Did make demselfs to house;
De Bratwurst and Braten fine.
Mit four parrels of Neckarwein.
Where ish dat barty now?
Dat float on the mountain's prow?
De shtar of de shpirit's light?
Afay in de ewighkeit!
GRANDPA'S SOLILOQUY. It wasn't so when I was younge i
We used plain language then;
When meaning boys or men.
Of Joe, or Tom, or Bill,
An' when we seed a gal we liked,
Who never failed to please,
But not "about the cheese."
Well, when we met a good old friend
We hadn't lately seen,
“Hello, you old sardine."
The boys sometimes got mad and it;
Once, when a youth was turned away
From her he loved most deat,
He "crawls off on his ear."
We used to dance when I was young,
And used to call it so;
The light fantastic toe."
Of death we spake in language plain,
That no one will perplex;
He passes in his "checks."
We praised the man of common sense ; ..
His judgment's good, we said; ". But now they say, "Well, that old plum
Has got a level head.”
It's rather sad the children now
Are learning all such talk;
And “waltz " instead of walk.
To little Harry, yesterday
My grandchild, aged two
“You bet your boots I do."
The children bowed to strangers once
It is no longer som
Now greet you with “Hello!"
Oh, give me back the good old days,
When both the old and young
And slang was never "slung."
"THE PENNY YE MEAN TO GIE."
There's a funny tale of a stingy man,
Who was none too good, but might have been worse, Who went to his church on a Sunday night
And carriod along his well filled purse.
When the sexton came with the begging plate
The church was but dim with the candle's light; The stingy man fumbled all thro' his purse,
And chose a coin by touch and not by sight.
It's an odd thing now that guineas should be
So like unto pennies in shape and size. "I'll gie a penny," the stingy man said ;
“The poor must not gifts of pennies despise." The penny fell down with a clatter and ring!
And back in his seat leaned the stingy man; . The world is so full of the poor," he thought, "I can't help them all-I give what I can."
Ha! ha! how the sexton smiled, to be sure,
To see the gold guinea fall in the plate; Hal hal how the stingy man's heart was wrung,
Perceiving his blunder-but just too late!
“No matter," he said: “in the Lord's account
That guinea of gold is set down to me They lend to Him who give to the poor :
It will not so bad an investment be.”
“Na, na, mon," the chuckling sexton cried out,
"The Lord is na cheatedHe kens thee well;" He knew it was only by accident
That out o' thy finger the guinea fell! "He keeps an account, na doubt, for the puir;
But in that account he'll set down to thee Na mair o' that golden guinea, my mon,
Than the one bare penny ye mean to giel"
There's a comfort, too, in the little tale
A serious side as well as a joke-
In the comical words the sexton spoke:
How generous we really desire to be,
For all the pennies we long " to gie."
ROSE TERRY COOKE. "I didn't!" says Chip. “You did I” says Peep "How do you know? you were fast asleep." "I was under mammy's wing, Stretching my legs like anything, When all of a sudden I turned around, For close beside me I heard a sound