Is come to say my other half "Oh, Sally, sharks do things by halves, But I've been bit in two. "You know I once was all your own "Alas! death has a strange divorce Effected in the sea, It has divided me from you, And even me from me. "Don't fear my ghost will walk o' nights My ghost can't walk, for, oh, my legs "Lord! think when I am swimming round "One half is here, the other half "But now, adieu-a long adieu! NO! HOOD. No sun-no moon No morn-no noon No dawn-no dusk—no proper time of day— No distance looking blue No road-no street-no "t'other side the way' No indications where the crescents go No top to any steeple No recognition of familiar people— No travelling at all-no locomotion→→ No inkling of the way-no notion No go, by land or ocean! No mail-no post No news from any foreign coast No park-no ring-no afternoon gentility No company-no nobility— No warmthi-no cheerfulness, no healthful ease No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, THE SEPTEMBER GALE. O. W. HOLMES. I'm not a chicken! I have seen The day before my kite string snapped, And I my kite pursuing, The wind whisked off my palm leaf hat; For me two storms were brewing: It came as quarrels often do, When married folks get clashing; And then came on the thunder. Lord! how the pond and river boiled, And all above was in a howl, And all below a clatter- It chanced to be our washing day, I saw the skirts and petticoats I saw them straddling thro' the air, I saw them chase the clouds as if That night I saw them in my dreams, How changed from what I knew them; The dews had steeped their faded threads, The winds had whistled through them! Where demon claws had torn them; I have had many happy years, And not till fate has cut the last This aching heart shall cease to mourn THE DISAPPOINTMENT. G. P. MORRIS. Old Birch, who taught the village school, He was as stubborn as a mule, While she was playful as a rabbit. Poor Kate had scarce become a wife Before her husband sought to make her The pink of country polished life, And prim and formal as a Quaker. One day the tutor went abroad, And simple Katy sadly missed him ; When he returned, behind her lord The husband's anger rose, and red And white his face alternate grew ; "Less freedom, ma'am!" Kate sighed and said, 'Oh, dear, I didn't know 'twas you!" 86 A weakness seizes on my mind-I would more pudding take; I gaze upon the cake with tears, and wildly I deplore It may be so-I cannot tell-I yet may do without; They need not know, when left alone, what I have been about. I long to eat that potted beef-to taste that apple pie; I long-I long to eat some more, but have not strength to try. I gasp for breath, and now I know I've eaten far too much; THE WHISTLE. BY ROBERT STORY. "You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood, "And what would you do with it? tell me," she said, "Is that all you wish for? That may be yours |