Dot oldt Fader Time must be cutting some dricks,

Vhen he calls our goot Bresident’s age eighty-six.

An octogeranium! Who would suppose?

My dear Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, der time goes!

Yawcob Strauss (Charles Follen Adams).

You, who are of the spring,

To whom Youth’s joys must cling,

May all that Love can give

Beguile you long to live—

Our Queen of Hearts.