Or, in New Orleans, far away, When under Butler's rule? Fie! fie! should social science come, To mar our peace with brutal bomb? There! please go on. "S"-oh! the sound On pebbly beaches! "P"-more staid As though love's sun that warmed the maid Was partly 'neath eclipse. "Double o"-through parting lips that breaks, Like gurgling rill half held 'Tween walling rocks and tent-like brakes, And wonder semi-knelled Through circling lips. "N"-here again "S"-ah! the smile is here again! Oh, sweet thou letter "s"! From self-same lips a day in eld My being thrilled with joy— When clouds of doubt were quick dispelled, And life lost all alloy. Quite right," I said; "but why this waste Of letters, since with two It can be spelled with greater haste, More truth, and less ado? 66 Yes, dear; two-u and I." EARL MARble. A CHURCH-GOING BELLE. A DAINTY little bonnet, The sweetest marabout, O'er forehead white as snow; And a fascinating sigh. But it's plain both saints and sinners Worship that Sabbath belle. A tightly-fitting bodice, Such as the Frenchmen vend, With lofty, taper heel-taps, Think'st thou it's for God's glory Or does she want some saint or sinner ANONYMOUS. I WISH HE WOULD DECIDE. I WISH he would decide, mamma, I've been a bridesmaid twenty times- My cousin Anne, my sister Fan, The nuptial-knot have tied; Yet come what will, I'm single stillI wish he would decide. He takes me to the play, mamma, Yet come what will, I'm single still— I throw out many hints, mamma, I talk about domestic life, And sing "They don't propose "; But ah! how vain each piteous strain His wavering heart to guide! Do what I will, I'm single still I wish he would decide. ANONYMOUS. |