Ask your governess, dears, or tutor. For myself, I'm in hopeless doubt As to why we were there, who on earth we were, Charles Stuart Calverley THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays The songs of those said birds arouse The birds aforesaid - happy pairs Love, 'mid the aforesaid boughs, inshrines In freehold nests; themselves their heirs, Administrators, and assigns. O busiest term of Cupid's Court, Where tender plaintiffs actions bring, – Season of frolic and of sport, Hail, as aforesaid, coming Spring!! Henry Howard Brownell NEGRO LULLABY Bedtime's come fu' little boys, Po' little lamb. Too tiahed out to make a noise, Po' little lamb. You gwine t' have to-morrer sho'? Yes, you tole me dat befo', Don't you fool me, chile, no' mo', Po' little lamb. You been bad de livelong day, Po' little lamb. Th'owin' stones an' runnin' 'way, My, but you's a-runnin' wil', Look jes' lak some po' folks' chile; Come hyeah! you mos' tiahed to def, Played yo'se'f clean out o' bref, Would you evah b'lieve dey's white? Stan' still twell I wash 'em right, Jes' cain't hol' yo' haid up straight, Hadn't oughter played so late, Po' little lamb. Mammy do' know whut she'd do, You's a caution now fu' true, Lay yo' haid down in my lap, Y' ought to have a right good slap, You been runnin' 'roun' a heap. Po' little lamb. Paul Laurence Dunbar Her father-grandpapa! forgive This erring lip its smiles Vowed she should make the finest girl Within a hundred miles. He sent her to a stylish school; 'Twas in her thirteenth June; And with her, as the rules required, They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall; They laced her up, they starved her down, They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, O never mortal suffered more So, when my precious aunt was done, My grandsire brought her back; (By daylight, lest some rabid youth Might follow on the track;) "Ah!" said my grandsire, as he shook Some powder in his pan, "What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man!" Alas! nor chariot, nor barouche, Tore from the trembling father's arms His all-accomplished maid. For her how happy had it been! To see one sad, ungathered rose Oliver Wendell Holmes THE BABY'S DEBUT A BURLESQUE IMITATION OF WORDSWORTH - REJECTED ADDRESSES [Spoken in the character of Nancy Lake, a girl eight years of age, who is drawn upon the stage in a child's chaise by Samuel Hughes, her uncle's porter.] My brother Jack was nine in May, Papa (he's my papa and Jack's) Jack's in the pouts, and this it is Takes out the doll, and, O, my stars! Quite cross, a bit of string I beg, And bang, with might and main, This made him cry with rage and spite: If he's to melt, all scalding hot, Aunt Hannah heard the window break, No Drury Lane for you to-day!" Well, after many a sad reproach, The chaise in which poor Brother Bill Used to be drawn to Pentonville, Stood in the lumber-room: I wiped the dust from off the top, My uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes, So what does he, but takes, and drags My father's walls are made of brick, As these; and, goodness me! My father's beams are made of wood, What a large floor! 'tis like a town! At first I caught hold of the wing, And kept away; but Mr. Thingumbob, the prompter-man, |