DO not doubt me;
You know more about me
Than many whose names
Here appear.
But to tell them I’ll never—
What! never? Hardly ever—
What I’d like to write to you
Here.
’TIS nonsense I’ve written;
You’ll think I am smitten
With charms that I hold
Very dear.
Please excuse me from writing,
More lines so inviting,
Your time to be spent
Idly here.
* * * * *
I CARE not much for gold or land,
Give me a mortgage here and there,
Some good bank stock—some note of hand,
Or trifling railroad share.
I only ask that Fortune send
A little more than I can spend.
* * * * *
MAN’S love is like Scotch snuff—
You take a pinch and that’s enough.
Profit by this sage advice,
When you fall in love, think twice.
* * * * *
LONG may you live,
Happy may you be,
When you get married
Come and see me.
* * * * *
MAY you be happy,
Each day of your life,
Get a good husband
And make a good wife.
* * * * *
AS sure as comes your wedding day,
A broom to you I’ll send;
In _sunshine_, use the brushy part,
In _storm_, the other end.
* * * * *
I WRITE in your Album?
How very absurd!
My mind is at random—
* * * * *
MAY your cheeks retain their dimples,
May your heart be just as gay,
Until some manly voice shall whisper,
“Dearest, will you name the day?”
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>*CHRISTMAS and NEW-YEAR*<