One thing yet there is that none Soft and strong and loud and light, Heard from morning's rosiest height, Fills a child's clear laughter. Golden bells of welcome rolled Here that rings forth heaven. Kitty of Coleraine BY EDWARD LYSAGHT. As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping, With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher down. tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain. "Oh, what shall I do now? 'twas looking at you, now! Sure, sure, such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again; 'Twas the pride of my dairy! O Barney M'Cleary, You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine!" I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her A kiss then I gave her, and, ere I did leave her, She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again. 'Twas hay-making season—I can't tell the reasonMisfortunes will never come single, 'tis plain; For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine. My Dream ANONYMOUS. I dreamed a dream next Tuesday week, I thought my eyes were big pork pies, I asked him to lend me eighteen pence, Paradise BY GEORGE BIRDSEYE. [A Hindoo Legend.] A Hindoo died-a happy thing to do "Hast been through Purgatory?" Brahma said. In bliss extreme he entered heaven's door, And knew the peace he ne'er had known before. Another Hindoo asked admission there. The self-same question Brahma asked again: "Hast been through Purgatory?" "No; what then?" "Thou canst not enter!" did the god reply. "He that went in was no more there than I." "Yes, that is true, but he has married been, And so on earth has suffered for all sin." 66 Married? 'Tis well; for I've been married twice!" "Begone! We'll have no fools in Paradise!" من من Chorus of Women ARISTOPHANES. [From the "Thesmophoriazusae."] They're always abusing the women, When you ought to be thanking Heaven If she hides, then they all keep staring Lines by a Medium ANONYMOUS. I might not, if I could; I should not, if I might; I must not, yet I may; I can, and still I must; I shall, although I will, I might, could, would, or should! The V-a-s-e BY JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE. From the maddening crowd they stand apart, The maidens four and the Work of Art; And none might tell from sight alone The Gotham Millions fair to see, The Boston Mind of azure hue, For all loved Art in a seemly way, Long they worshipped; but no one broke The Western one from the nameless place, Over three faces a sad smile flew, But Gotham's haughty soul was stirred Deftly hiding reproof in praise, She cries, ""Tis, indeed, a lovely vaze!" But brief her unworthy triumph, when With the consciousness of two grandpapas, And glances round with an anxious thrill, But the Boston maid smiles courteouslee, "I did not catch your remark, because I was so entranced with that charming vaws!" Dies erit praegelida Sinistra quum Bostonia. Evil Easier than Good Ere half the good I planned to do Was done, the short-breathed day was through. Had my intents been dark instead of fair I had done all, and still had time to spare. -T. B. Aldrich. |