OLD SAYINGS.

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LINES.

We may live without poetry, music or art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart;

We may live without friends; we may live without books;

But civilized man cannot live without cooks.

He may live without books-What is knowledge but grieving?

He may live without hope-What is hope but deceiving?

He may live without love-What is passion but

pining?

But where is the man who can live without din

ing?

UNKNOWN.

OLD SAYINGS.

As poor as a church mouse,

As thin as a rail;

As fat as a porpoise,

As rough as a gale;

As brave as a lion,
As spry as a cat;

As bright as a sixpence,
As weak as a rat.

As proud as a peacock,
As sly as a fox;

As mad as a March hare,
As strong as an ox;

As fair as a lily,

As empty as air;
As rich as a Croesus,

As cross as a bear.

As pure as an angel,
As neat as a pin ;

As smart as a steel trap,

As ugly as sin;

As dead as a door nail,

As white as a sheet;
As flat as a pancake,
As red as a beet.

As round as an apple,
As black as your hat;
As brown as a berry,
As blind as a bat;

As mean as a miser,

As full as a tick;

As plump as a partridge,

As sharp as a stick.

LINES.

As clean as a penny,
As dark as a pall;
As hard as a millstone,

As bitter as gall;

As fine as a fiddle,

As clear as a bell;
As dry as a herring,
As deep as a well.

As light as a feather,
As hard as a rock;
As stiff as a poker,
As calm as a clock;
As green as a gosling,
As brisk as a bee;-
And now let me stop,

Lest you weary of me.

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UNKNOWN.

LINES.

"If Christmas-day on Monday be,
A great winter that year you'll see,
And full of winds, both loud and shrill;

But in summer, truth to tell,

High winds shall there be and strong,

Full of tempests lasting long;

While battles they shall multiply,
And great plenty of beasts shall die.
They that be born that day, I ween,
They shall be strong each one and keen;
He shall be found that stealeth aught;
Tho' thou be sick, thou diest not."

UNKNOWN.

THREE FISHER MAIDENS.

Three maidens went sailing out into the world— Out into the world of a ball-room floor;

Each thought that her hair was most gracefully curled;

And their mothers stood watching them out from the door.

For men must work that women may keep

The length of their revels, lest ever they weep, And their fond mamma be scowling.

Three fathers sat up by their ledgers so blank, And they conned their accounts with their heads low down;

MARY'S LAMB.

And they added their bills and their checks on the bank,

And read the dread roll of the day's wreck in

town.

But men must work lest the women should weepThough lonely his lot, and troubles deep,

The pattern papa is not growling.

Three bankrupts were posted in merciless print In the Morning Gazette, as the panic went down; And their daughters went duly from frenzy to faint

For the tragedy thrilled the élite of the town. For men may work, and yet the women will weep; And the sooner they're married the sooner to sleep,

And defy the mamma and her scowling.

UNKNOWN.

MARY'S LAMB.

Mary had a Little Lamb;

Its fleece was white as snow;
But Mary's lamb (it was a ram)
Was bad-it butted so!