Woman's Happiest Hour.
(By a Sour old Cynic.)
A Yankee Journal raises wordy strife
About "the happiest hour of Woman's life."
I'll answer in less compass than a sonnet:—
"When she outshines her best friend's smartest bonnet!"
THE BRITISH LION AND THE GERMAN FOX; OR, A MISTAKE SOMEWHERE!
THE PLEASURES OF GETTING UP EARLY TO GO "CUBBING."
| 1. The Meet was to be at Cropper's Gorse, 5:30. At 4:30 Thompson called for me. He said he knew the way perfectly. | 2. After we had gone a couple of miles, a steady rain came on. I didn't think much of the beauties of early morning. |
| 3. "Well, my man," said Thompson, "seen the hounds? This is Cropper's Gorse, I suppose?" "Noa, Sur; this be Cropper's Plantation. The Gorse be four miles over yonder!" | 4. "Extraordinary thing I should have been mistaken," said Thompson. "Never mind. Let's canter on, and we'll see some fun yet." |
| 5. "Hi! my boy, is this Cropper's Gorse?" asked Thompson. "Noa, Sur. This be Cropper's Common. The Gorse be five miles over yonder!" | 6. Then Thompson had the decency to say, "Let's go back and have breakfast." |