And you cannot, cannot break it;
For the sweetest part of loving
Is to want a kiss, and take it.
Anonymous.
EDUCATIONAL COURTSHIP
SHE was a Boston maiden, and she’d scarcely passed eighteen,
And as lovely as an houri, but of grave and sober mien,
A sweet encyclopædia of every kind of lore,
Though love looked coyly from behind the glasses that she wore.
She sat beside her lover, with her elbow on his knee,