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That night I saw thom in my dreams,

How changed from vhat I knew them; The dews had steeped their faded threads,

The winds had whistled through them!
I saw the wide and ghastly rents

Where demon claws had torn them;
A hole was in their amplest part,

As if an imp had worn them.
I have had many happy years,

And tailors kind and clever;
But those young pantaloons have gone

Forever and forever !
And not till fate has cut the last

Of all my earthly stitches,
This aching heart shall cease to mourn

My loved, my long lost breeches !

THE DISAPPOINTMENT.

G. P. MORRIS.

Old Birch, who taught the village school,

Wedded a maid of homespun habit; 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, bebind her lord

She slyly stole, and fondly kissed him. 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 !"

THE SIOK OHILD.

PUNCH.

A weakness seizes on my mind I would more pudding tako;
But all in vain! I feel—I feel-my little head will ache.
Oh, that I might alone be left, to rest where now I am,
And finish with a piece of bread that pot of current jam!
I gaze upon the cake with tears, and wildly I deplore
That I must take a powder if I touch a morsel more;
Or oil of castor, smoothly bland, will offered be to me,
In wave pellucid, floating on a cup of milkless tea.

It may be so I cannot tell—I yet may do without;
They need not know, when left alone, wliat 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 ;
Not one more crumb of all the feast before me can I touch.
Susan, oh, Susan, ring the bell, and call for mother dear,
My brain swims round—I feel it all-mother, your child is queer!

THE WHISTLE.

BY ROBERT STORY.

"You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood,

While he sat on a coro-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

Without any magic," the fair maiden cried;

"A favor so light one's good nature secures,"

And she playfully seated herself by his side. “I would blow it again,” said the youth, "and the charm

Would work so that not even modesty's check Would be able to keep from my neck her fine arm."

She smiled and she laid her fine arm round his neck.

" Yet once more would I blow, and the music divine

Would bring me the third time an exquisite bliss ;
You would lay your fair cheek to this brown one of mine,

And your lips, stealing past it, would give me a kiss."
The maiden laughed out

in

in her innocent glee“What a fool of yourself with your whistle you'd make! For only consider how silly 'twould be

To sit there and whistle for what you might take,"

ROGER AND DOLLY.

BLACKWOOD.

Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's windows

Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump;
He begged for admittance-she answered him nom

Glumpaty, glumpaty, glump.
No, no, Roger, no—as you came you may go-

Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump..
“Oh, what is the reason, dear Dolly ?" he cried

Humpaty, humpaty, hump-
“Why am I cast off, and unkindly denied ?

Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump;
Some rival more dear I guess has been here"-

Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump.
"Suppose there's been two, sir, pray what's that to you, sir ?

Numpaty, numpaty, nump.
Wi' a disconsolate look his sad farewell he took ,

Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump

And all in despair jumped into a brook

Jum paty, jumpaty, jump-
His courage did cool in a filthy green pool

Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump-
So he swam to the shore, but saw Dolly no more-

Dumpaty, dumpaty, dump. He did speedily find one more fat and more kind

Plumpaty, plumpaty, plumpBut poor Dolly's afraid she must die an old maid-

Mumpaty, mumpaty, mump.

THE KNOOK AT THE DOOR.

ANON,

There came a gentle knock

I heard it with surprise-
At half past eight o'clock,

The time I always rise.
I listened, and I thought

What that low tap could mean-
The water had been brought,

The butcher's boy had been.

The post had come and gone,

The letters lay around-
From Boston and Whitestone,

Peru and Hudson Sound.

Perhaps it was a note;

A telegram to say
My aunt had caught the boat,

And would be here to-day.

Perhaps it was a bill

The messenger to wait;
Perhaps my brother Phil

To take me out to skato.

Conjectures such as these

Passed swiftly thro' my brain; I hardly felt at ease,

When lol that knock again.

And then there came a voice

Our nursemaid's voice, forsoothWhich made my heart rejoice

With—"Baby's got a tooth !"

THE BEWITOHED TARRIER,

R. H. NEWELL,

Sam Johnson was a cullud man,

Who lived down in Judee; He owned a rat tan tarrier

That stood 'bout one foot three; And the way that critter chawed up rats

Was gorjeus for to see.

One day this dorg was slumberin'

Behind the kitchen stove, When suddenly a wicked flea

An ugly little coveCommenced upon his faithful back

With many jumps to rove.

Then up arose that tarrier,

With frenzy in his eye,
And waitin' only long enough

To make a touchin' cry,
Commenced to twist his head around,

Most wonderfully spry.

But all in vain; bis shape was sich,

So awful short and fat,

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