(BY MRS. E. B. BR—N—G.)
A POET WRITES TO HIS FRIEND. Place—BEDLAM. Time—PROBABLY "SATURDAY NIGHT ABOUT TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING."
"Dear my friend, and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o'er you;
"Down the purple of this chamber, tears should scarcely run at will." (!!!) Mrs. Browning's "Lady Geraldine's Courtship."
O Ho, Ha Ha, He He—Hum!!!! 0,
Charley, let me weep adown your
Manly bosom! o'er that chamber, tears