"O come and be my mate!" said the Lion to the Sheep; "My love for you is deep! I slay, a Lion should, But you are mild and good!" Could not, had I the will — But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour, and kill." "O come and be my mate!" said the Salmon to the Clam; 66 You are not wise, but I am. I know sea and stream as well; You know nothing but your shell.” Said the Clam, "I'm slow of motion, And I joy to have my mate traverse lake and stream and ocean!" They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone. Charlotte Perkins (Stetson) Gilman THE HEIGHT OF THE RIDICULOUS I wrote some lines once on a time, And thought, as usual, men would say They were so queer, so very queer, Albeit, in the general way, A sober man am I. I called my servant, and he came; To mind a slender man like me, "These to the printer," I exclaimed, I added (as a trifling jest), He took the paper, and I watched, He read the next; the grin grew broad, He read the third; a chuckling noise The fourth; he broke into a roar; The sixth; he burst five buttons off, Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can. Oliver Wendell Holmes ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE My curse upon your venom'd stang, A' down my beard the slavers trickle! When fevers burn, or ague freezes, Rheumatics gnaw, or colic squeezes, |