Why is it you always are fooling ’round so?”
IN THE ANTE-DELUVIAN DAY
(By Malindy.)
There once was a maid by the name of Mespay,
Who believed in the luck of a leisurely way;
At ninety, ’twas noticed (to tell the whole truth)
She yet had neglected selecting a youth,
Though many had wooed the young maiden, they say,
In the Ante-Deluvian Day.
’Tis a matter of record the Chinese had kept—