And not a single one I'll miss,
But I will give you back each kiss,
And both of you will feel you're blest
When I pay you interest.
You'll better in my bank invest
And put my principle to test,
And you can dividend partake,
For my bank will never break.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF A FARMER'S WIFE.
This good woman when in this life,
She was kind mother and good wife,
And managed her household with care,
She and her husband happy pair.
And her name it will long be praised
By the large family she has raised,
She laid up treasures in the skies,
And now enjoys the Heavenly prize.
She rose each morn with happy smile,
And ardent all the day did toil,
For work it to her had a charm,
And busy was each hand and arm.
FIGHTING FOR HOME.
A hawk while soaring on the wing,
O'er a tiny sparkling spring,
Beheld a sleek and beauteous mink,
Was enjoying a bath and drink.
And though the hawk was bent on slaughter
The mink was more at home on water,
And it is strange this curious quarrel
All occurred in a sunk barrel.