The judge rode slowly into view—
Stopped his horse in the shade and threw
His fine-cut out, while the blushing Maud
Marveled much at the kind he "chawed."
"He was dry as a fish," he said with a wink,
"And kind o' thought that a good square drink
Would brace him up." So the cup was filled
With the crystal wine that old spring spilled;
And she gave it him with a sun-browned hand.
"Thanks," said the judge in accents bland;
"A thousand thanks! for a sweeter draught,
From a fairer hand"—but there he laughed.
And the sweet girl stood in the sun that day,
And raked the judge instead of the hay.
A MAN OF MANY PARTS
It was a man of many parts,
Who in his coffer mind
Had stored the Classics and the Arts
And Sciences combined;
The purest gems of poesy
Came flashing from his pen—
The wholesome truths of History
He gave his fellow men.
He knew the stars from "Dog" to Mars;
And he could tell you, too,
Their distances—as though the cars
Had often checked him through—
And time 'twould take to reach the sun,
Or by the "Milky Way,"
Drop in upon the moon, or run
The homeward trip, or stay.