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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!
Where demon claws had torn them;
As if an imp had worn them.
And tailors kind and clever;
Forever and forever !
Of all my earthly stitches,
My loved, my long lost breeches !
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.
A weakness seizes on my mind I would more pudding tako;
It may be so I cannot tell—I yet may do without;
I gasp for breath, and now I know I've eaten far too much ;
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 ;
And your lips, stealing past it, would give me a kiss."
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.
Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's windows
Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump;
Glumpaty, glumpaty, glump.
Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump..
Humpaty, humpaty, hump-
Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump;
Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump.
Numpaty, numpaty, nump.
Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump
And all in despair jumped into a brook
Jum paty, jumpaty, jump-
Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump-
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.
There came a gentle knock
I heard it with surprise-
The time I always rise.
What that low tap could mean-
The butcher's boy had been.
The post had come and gone,
The letters lay around-
Peru and Hudson Sound.
Perhaps it was a note;
A telegram to say
And would be here to-day.
Perhaps it was a bill
The messenger to wait;
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,
To make a touchin' cry,
Most wonderfully spry.
But all in vain; bis shape was sich,
So awful short and fat,