~The Summer Girl.~
I wooed her in the summer months,
When all the world was gay,
And on the hillside, in the sun,
The yellow harvest lay,
And late, across the level lawns,
The twilight met the day.
Together, in the garden walks,
At early morn we went;
Together, in the deep green groves,
The drowsy noontide spent;
And in the evening watched how well
The sunset glories blent.
Oh, happy morn! The trysting oak
Hung o'er the orchard gate.
I waited for her in the shade—-
I had quite long to wait,
For with the coachman she eloped
And left me to my fate.
Yale Record.
~Phyllis's Slippers.~
Before the firelight's genial glow
She sits, and dreams of waltzes sweet,
Nor heeds the curious gleams that show
Grandmamma's slippers on her feet.
Ah, happy slippers, thus to hold
So rare a burden! It were meet
That you should be of beaten gold
To clasp so close such dainty feet.
H. A. RICHMOND. The Tech.
~Vindication.~