"My ain dear Mary, gang wi' me Yea, yea, my love, an' we'll e'er be true, -Marie de Laborde. SINGING ITSELF. I ASKED a wee maid with winsome way From some feathered songster's bursting throat? Do you make them out of the flowerets gay? Or weave in the sunbeam's golden ray? "Oh, I cannot tell," said the merry elf, "I cannot help it, it sings itself." There's a song in my heart whose gay notes ring I will borrow your phrase, my merry elf, -Unidentified. THE WORLD'S WAY. He passed away from us in gray March weather, When all the land was strewn with signs of dearth, While winter and young spring strove hard together Te in dominion o'er the sterile earth. Soft April came, bedewed his grave with showers, That pass, alas, and may not sleep nor weep. Came jocund May, and filled the birds with gladness, And we his friends, we quite forgot our sadness, GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO. SAY good-by er howdy-do- Howdy-do and then good-by Mixes just like laugh and cry; Deaths and births, and worst and best, Tangled their contrariest; Every jinglin' weddin' bell Skerrin' up some funeral knell Here's my song and there's your sigh; Howdy-do and then good-by. Say good-by er howdy-do- -James Whitcomb Riley. LITTLE HONORA MULEALLY. POOR little Honora Mullally, And her hat and her shoes-well, I beg you'll excuse But poor little Honora Mullally Had a face just as bright as could be, And no flower in meadow or valley Was ever as pretty as she. And so thought an old man, who, passing, "Why bless your dear heart, I am sure you have had A very good dinner to-day.' "Yis, indade," said Honora Mullally, Wid-oh, ma'ma, if you could but have seen it !— And they giv' me the gizzard and neck of that hin, -Margaret Fytinge. KISSES. ONCE he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through --Tennyson. Kiss, sunbeams, kiss The dear old face of earth, And bring the sap to the bursting bud, -From the Greek. In delight, Both of her beauty and submissive charms, On Juno smiles when he impregns the clouds Kiss me as if you entered gay A bud that dare not disallow How delicious is the winning -Milton. -Browning. -Tom Moore. There is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings -Shakespeare. Drink to me only with thine eyes, Jenny kissed me when we met, Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; -Ben Jonson. Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add— Jenny kissed me. -Leigh Hunt. LIFE. O MEN that fret as frets the main ! TRANSFORMED. -Joaquin Miller. He was a swineherd, so the story runs, And so his rudeness vanisht, and the man, Writ in the chronicle of Mohrakad. LIFE. -Gilbert P. Knapp. OUR life is nothing but a winter's day, THE SURE ESTATE. WHAT signify the care and pain -Quarles. |