SIXTY YEARS AGO. Out of print's the old, old story, 27 UNKNOWN. LINES. A young woman who sang in the choir Their opinions were set, And now a new singer they'll hoir. UNKNOWN. SIXTY YEARS AGO. Oh, sixty years ago to a day, Three maidens lived-so the grandmothers say In a farm-house, under an old elm-tree, And they were as busy as maids could be, For Molly could spin, and Dolly could bake, To spend with the village girls at play; For Molly must spin, and Dolly must bake, Those were good old times-so the grandmothers say Oh, sixty years ago to a day. When the bread was baked in the proper way, Now, who were those maidens so clever and quick, gay, Oh, sixty years ago to a day? I think you will not have to go very far one, And, in fact, every grandmother under the sun UNKNOWN. THE EARLY RISER. 29 29 THE EARLY RISER. (To the memory of Dr. Watts.) Of all the people I despise, And loathe and reprobate, The worst are those who early rise, Who rise up with the silly sun, Who wake their neighbors with a yell The time which gives them most delight Early they seek their downy beds, And early they arise, No glint of reason lights their heads A torment to the world they live, But, ah, what pleasure do those give The morning hours of sweet repose Improve their nature so That life for them serenely goes; Beloved by all their fellow-men, Then, little girl or little boy, ANONYMOUS. SYMPHONIES IN FUR. Lady Sealskin. A dainty young damsel is Pearl, Just watch her most gracefully twirl, |