Young Lillie, passing, shook her head—

Cried Love, "A shot at you, young sinner!"

"Oh not at me!"—she urged her flight—

"I'm neither dove, nor lark, nor starling!"

"No"—fainting Cupid cried—"not quite;

But then—you're such a—duck—my darling!"

L. B.

FRANK HEARTWELL; OR, FIFTY YEARS AGO.