MY LOVE AND MY HEART Он, the days were ever shiny Oh, I loved like anything! But my love she is a kitten, She was pleasingly poetic, And she loved my little rhymes; And have taught my love to sing! But my love she is a kitten, And my heart's a ball of string. Would she listen to my offer, On my knees I would impart A sincere and ready proffer Of my hand and of my heart. And below her dainty mitten I would fix a wedding ringBut my love she is a kitten, And my heart's a ball of string. Take a warning, happy lover, Henry S. Leigh. Quite by Chance 205 QUITE BY CHANCE SHE flung the parlour window wide And he, as fate would have it tide, His eyes were blue and hers were brown, And he looked up as she looked down, Things as strange, I dare to say, A mile beyond the straggling street, And lovers here are wont to meet, Things as strange, I dare to say, The parish church, so old and gray, And he was there at ten one day, In stole and hood the parson came, Things as strange, I dare to say, Frederick Langbridge. THE NUN SUGGESTED BY PART OF THE ITALIAN SONG, BEGINNING I IF you become a nun, dear, A friar I will be; In any cell you run, dear, The blind will see the show: What! you become a nun, my dear! II If you become a nun, dear, Will chaunt "We trust in thee "; The incense will go sighing, The candles fall a dying, The water turn to wine: What! you go take the vows, my dear! You may-but they'll be mine. THE CHEMIST TO HIS LOVE I LOVE thee, Mary, and thou lovest me- Oh, would that I, my Mary, were an acid, Leigh Hunt. Categorical Courtship A living acid; thou an alkali Endow'd with human sense, that, brought together, We both might coalesce into one salt, One homogeneous crystal. Oh, that thou We would unite to form olefiant gas, Or common coal, or naphtha—would to heaven I'd be content to be Sulphuric Acid, So that thou might be Soda. In that case 207 We should be Glauber's Salt. Wert thou Magnesia Our happy union should that compound form, Amalgamated. Sweet, thy name is Briggs And mine is Johnson. Wherefore should not we Unknown. CATEGORICAL COURTSHIP I SAT one night beside a blue-eyed girl- Making faint shadows, blending in each other: 'Twas nearly twelve o'clock, too, in November; She had a shawl on, also, I remember. Well, I had been to see her every night For thirteen days, and had a sneaking notion To pop the question, thinking all was right, And once or twice had make an awkward motion To take her hand, and stammer'd, cough'd, and stutter'd, But, somehow, nothing to the point had utter'd. I thought this chance too good now to be lost; I hitched my chair up pretty close beside her, I didn't know how to begin, or where I couldn't speak-the words were always choking; My heart, and brain, and limbs their power seem'd losing. At length I saw a brindle tabby cat Walk purring up, inviting me to patcher; An idea came, electric-like at that— My doubts, like summer clouds, began to scatter, 'Twas done at once-the murder now was out; The thing was all explain'd in half a minute. She blush'd, and, turning pussy-cat about, Said, "Pussy, tell him 'yes'"; her foot was in it! The cat had thus saved me my category, And here's the catastrophe of my story. Unknown. LANTY LEARY LANTY was in love, you see, To give the girl to Lanty Leary. Up to fun, "Away we'll run," Says she, my father's so contrary. Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?" |