I saw a robid yesterday—
How strange it seebs—ad dew!
I've got a dreadful cold, Fair Sprig,
Or else I'd sig to thee
Ad air frob Beddelssohd, perhaps,
Or "The Shade of the Old Apple Tree."
THE HOT WEATHER FIEND.
Ah, somewhere in another world
There is a warmer spot,
Where the fire is burning always.