A VALENTINE.

I didn't expect her at all,

If she's not in that same old blue satin

She wore at the Charity Ball!

Is that Fanny Wade?-Edith Pearton

And Emma, and Jo-all the girls?

I knew that they'd not miss my wedding

I hope they'll all notice my pearls.

Is the carriage there?-give me my cloak, Jane

Don't get it all over my veil—

No! you take the other seat, Charley,

I need all this for my trail.

GEO. A. BAKER, JR.

A VALENTINE.

ELL, yes, of course it must be so;

WELL

No argument can shake it

If one will offer up a heart,

The other need but take it.

A VALENTINE.

The truth of proverbs thus we learn,

The notion's far from new:

"Il y en a toujours l'un qui baise,

Et l'autre qui tend la joue."

You may not think it fair, perhaps ;
Indeed, it does seem funny,

That bees should have to do the work

For drones to eat the honey;

And yet in love 'tis just the same,

It is the "rule of two,"—

"Il y en a toujours l'un qui baise,

Et l'autre qui tend la joue."

Perhaps 'tis this unequal yoke

That keeps our love from dying;

One only listens to the sighs,

The other does the sighing.

He gives his love, his life, his hopes,She gives her smiles,-a few . .

THERE'S A TIME TO BE JOLLY.

"Il y en a toujours l'un qui baise,

Et l'autre qui tend la joue."

Still, I would be content to know
My love had small returning;

If I could hope to warm your heart,
I would not grudge mine burning!

In fact, you see, it comes to this

(Which proves I care for you),

"Je veux être toujours l'un qui baise,

Si tu me tends la joue!"

ETHEL GREY.

THERE'S A TIME TO BE JOLLY.

HERE'S a time to be jolly, a time to repent,

ΤΗ

A season for folly, a season for Lent,

The first as the worst we too often regard;

The rest as the best, but our judgment is hard

THERE'S A TIME TO BE JOLLY.

There are snows in December and roses in June, There's darkness at midnight and sunshine at noon; But, were there no sorrow, no storm-cloud or rain, Who'd care for the morrow with beauty again?

The world is a picture both gloomy and bright, And grief is the shadow and pleasure the light, And neither should smother the general tone: For where were the other if either were gone?

The valley is lovely; the mountain is drear,
Its summit is hidden in mist all the year;
But gaze from the heaven, high over all weather,
And mountain and valley are lovely together.

I have learned to love Lucy, though faded she be; If my next love be lovely, the better for me. By the end of next summer, I'll give you my oath, It was best, after all, to have flirted with both. CHARLES G. LELAND (Hans Breitmann).

ALL IN THE DOWNS.

"Had I a little son, I would christen him 'Nothing-to-do "

CHARLES LAMB.

I

WOULD I had something to do—or to think!

Or something to read, or to write!

I am rapidly verging on lunacy's brink,

Or I shall be dead before night.

In my ears has been ringing and droning all day, Without ever a stop or a change,

That poem of Tennyson's-heart-cheering lay!—

Of the moated monotonous Grange!

The stripes in the carpet and paper alike

I have counted, and counted all through,

And now I've a fervid ambition to strike

Out some path of wild pleasure that's new.