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Is come to say my other half
Is bit off by a shark!
"Oh, Sally, sharks do things by halves,
* Yet most completely do!' 710A bito in one place seems enough,
But I've been bit in two."
"You know I once was all your own
But now a sliark must share!
I'm neither here nor there.
“Alas! 'death has a strange divorce
Effected in the sea,
.." Don't fear my ghost will walk o' nights
To haunt, as people say ;, ;
Are many leagues away!
"Lord ! think when I am swimming round
And looking where the boat is,
“One half is here, the other half
Is near Columbia placed :
Atlantic for my waist!
"But now, adieu-a long adieu!
I've solved death's awful riddle, And would say more but I am doomed.
To break off in the middle!"
No sun-no moon ng
No morn-no noon-
No sky-no earthly view
No distance looking blue-
No end to any Row-
No courtesies for showing 'em-
No mail--no post
No news from any foreign coast
No comfortable feel in any member-
THE SEPTEMBER GALB.
0. W. HOLMES.
I'm not a chicken! I have seen
Full many a chill September,
That gale I well remember.
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 browing: It came as quarrels often do,
When married folks get clashing; There was a heavy sigh or two
Before the fire was flashing ; A little stir among the clouds,
Before they rent asunder,
And then came on the thunder.
And how the shingles rattled !
As if the Titans battled;
And all below a clatter-
And all our things were drying ;
And set them all a-flying.
Go riding off like witches;
I lost my Sunday breeches !
Alas! too late to win them;
The devil had been in them;
My boyhood's only riches-
“My breeches ! O my breeches!"
That night I saw them in my dreams,
How changed from what I knew them;
Where demon claws had torn them;
As if an imp had worn them.
And tailors kind and clever;
Of all my earthly stitches,
My loved, my long lost broeches !
G. P. MORRIS.
Wedded a maid of homespun habit;
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.
And simple Katy sadly missed him ;
And white his face alternate grow; “Less freedom, ma'am!" Kate sighed and said,
" Oh, dear, I didn't know 'twas you !!!
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 witlout;
BY ROBERT STORY. “You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood,
While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight's decline "You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood ?
I wish that Danish boy's whistle were mine."
“And what would you do with it ? tell me," she said,
While an arch smile played over her beautiful face. “I would blow.it," he answered," and then my fair maid
Would iy to my side, and would here take her place." “ Is that all you wish for? That may be yours
weit Without any magic," the fair maiden cried;. *