"When they were going to be wed,
Her father, he said 'No!'

And brutally did send her off
Beyond the Ohi-o.

"When Peter found his love was lost,
He knew not what to say;
He'd half a mind to jump into
The Susquehanni-a.

"A-trading he went to the West,
For furs and other skins,

And there he was in crimson dress'd
By bloody In-ji-ins.

"When Lizianny heard the news
She straightway went to bed,

And never did get off of it

Until she di-i-ed!

"Ye fathers all a warning take-
Each one as has a girl—
And think upon poor Peter Gray

And Lizianny Querl.”

Anonymous.

COMFORT IN AFFLICTION.

"WHEREFORE starts my bosom lord?
Why this anguish in thine eye?
Oh, it seems as thy heart's chord
Had broken with that sigh!

"Rest thee, my dear lord, I pray,
Rest thee on my bosom now!
And let me wipe the dews away,
Are gathering on thy brow.

"There again! that fevered start!
What, love! husband! is thy pain?
There is a sorrow on thy heart,
A weight upon thy brain!

"Nay, nay, that sickly smile can ne'er
Deceive affection's searching eye;
'Tis a wife's duty, love, to share
Her husband's agony.

"Since the dawn began to peep,
Have I lain with stifled breath;
Heard thee moaning in thy sleep,
As thou wert at grips with death.

"Oh, what joy it was to see

My gentle lord once more awake! Tell me, what is amiss with thee! Speak, or my heart will break!"

"Mary, thou angel of my life,
Thou ever good and kind;

'Tis not, believe me, my dear wife,
The anguish of the mind!

"It is not in my bosom, dear,
No, nor my brain, in sooth;
But Mary, oh, I feel it here,

Here in my wisdom tooth!

"Then give,-oh, first best antidote,

Sweet partner of my bed!
Give me thy flannel petticoat

To wrap around my head!"

W. E. AYTOUN.

UNCLE JAMIE.

WEEL the bairns may mak' their mane,
Uncle Jamie's dead and gane!
Though his hairs were thin an' gray,
Few like him could frisk and play.
Fresh and warm his kindly heart
Wi' the younkers aye took part;
An' the merry sangs he sung
Charm'd the hearts o' auld an' young.

Uncle Jamie had a mill,
An' a wee mouse it intill,
Wi' a little bell to ring,
An' a supple-jack to fling;
An' a drummer, rud-de-dud,
On a little drum to thud,
An' a mountit bold dragoon,
Ridin' a' the lave aboon.

When the mousie drave the mill,

Wi' the bairns the house would fill ;

Such a clatter then began!

Faster aye the mousie ran !

Clinkum, clankum! rad-de-dad!
Flang the supple-jack like mad!
Gallop went the bold dragoon,
As he would gallop owre the moon!

Some, wha aiblins think they're wise,
Uncle's frolics may despise;
Let them look as grave's they may,
He was wiser far than they.
Thousands a' the warld would gi'e
Could they feel as blithe as he.
Weel the bairns may mak' their mane,

Uncle Jamie's dead an' gane!

ALEXANDER SMART.

THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN.

Now all good fellows listen, and a story I will tell
Of a mighty clever gentleman, who lives extremely

well

In the western part of Arkansas, close to the Indian

line,

Where he gets drunk once a week on whiskey, and immediately sobers himself completely on the very best of wine;

A fine Arkansas gentleman, close to the Choctaw line! This fine Arkansas gentleman has a mighty fine estate Of five or six thousand acres or more of land, that will

be worth a great deal some day or other, if he don't kill himself too soon, and will only condescend to wait;

And four or five dozen negroes that would rather work than not,

And such quantities of horses, and cattle, and pigs, and other poultry, that he never pretends to know

how many he has got:

This fine Arkansas gentleman, close to the Choctaw line!

This fine Arkansas gentleman has built a splendid house, On the edge of a big prairie, extremely well populated with deer, and hares, and grouse;

And when he wants to feast his friends, he has nothing more to do

Than to leave the potlid off, and the decently behaved birds fly straight into the pot, knowing he'll shoot 'em if they don't, and he has a splendid stew,

This fine Arkansas gentleman, close to the Indian line!

This fine Arkansas gentleman makes several hundred bales,

Unless from drought, or worm, a bad stand, or some other dd contingency, his crop is short, or

fails;

And when its picked, and ginned, and baled, he puts it in a boat,

And gets aboard himself likewise, and charters the bar, and has a devil of a spree, while down to New Orleans he and his cotton float,

This fine Arkansas gentleman, close to the Choctaw line!