The sorry world is sighing now;
_La Grippe _is at the door;
And many folks are dying now
Who never died before.
Newton Mackintosh.
MARY JANE
Mary Jane was a farmer's daughter,
Mary Jane did what she oughter.
She fell in love—but all in vain;
Oh, poor Mary! oh, poor Jane!
Anonymous.
TENDER-HEARTEDNESS
Little Willie, in the best of sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burned to ashes.
By and by the room grew chilly,
But no one liked to poke up Willie.
Col. D. Streamer.
IMPETUOUS SAMUEL
Sam had spirits naught could check,
And to-day, at breakfast, he
Broke his baby sister's neck,
So he sha'n't have jam for tea!