I saw her sweet lip quiver,
As he started for the store.
Because he hadn't kissed her
"Several" times or more.
She cried "This horrid business!"
And then flew to her glass;
"Oh! why his cold remissness?
Have I grown plain, alas?"
But no, that truthful article
Revealed her charms intact,
She hadn't lost one particle,
But had improved, in fact.
At nine the case was opened,
At ten the case was o'er;
The jury brought their virdict--
She was his wife no more.
That night the husband started,
And--"_you_ bet"--he swore,
To find his wife departed,
And "_To Let_" on the door.
Next day he moved and married.
And, that his bride might stay,
He kissed her every morning
Before he went away.
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Pot-umania.
A correspondent writes that a new mania has sprung up among the ladies
of Edinburgh--a fancy for learning to cook. There is a much older mania
in some parts of that country--a fancy for something to cook.
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About a Foot.
A BOOT when it's on.
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