~Chappie's Lament.~
I walked one day with Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town,
I in me long Pwinth Albert,
She in a new Worth gown,
I talked that day with Phyllith,
Ovah in Bothton town,
Of things intenth and thoulful,
Begged her me love to cwown.
I pawted that day fwom Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town;
She'd be a bwothah to me, she said,
But wouldn't be Mitheth Bwown.
FERRIS GREENSLET.
_Wesleyan Literary Monthly_.
~Marigold.~
I love confinement in thy bonds,
I love thy little stock to hold,
Thy very scent,
Aye, marigold!
I'll love confinement of thy bonds,
I'll love thy little stocks to hold,
Thy every cent,
_I_ marry gold!
HENRY SAFFORD CANDEE.
_Trinity Tablet_.
~An Idyl of the Strap.~
She spoke to me, her voice was low
And sweet,
With hidden thought I could not know
Replete.
She cast on me a lingering look
That all my inmost being shook,
And, as our glances mixed, she took
My seat.
_Red and Blue._
~The Jim-Jam King of the Jou-Jous.~