Now he brings a hopeless sigh.
Now a sparkle to the eye,
Now a tear.
More of griefs, I think, than joys—
Why! the fateful little boy's
Coming here!
Goodness, how he pulls the bell!
He has some bad news to tell,
I'm afraid.
Oh, I hope it's not for me!
Alice, sign for it, and see
If it's paid.
It is surely not from Will,
For his morning smoke is still
In the air.
Has poor uncle breathed his last?
Has his weary spirit passed
From all care?
Then poor auntie is bereft,
And that sunny home is left
Fatherless.
Or old cousin Ed and May
'Ve gone and had another ba-
By, I guess.
What if John has lost, poor man,
Little Clementine or Nan,
Or his wife!
Oh, the hopefulness, the fears!
Oh, the rapture! Oh, the tears!
Of this life!
I don't like the thing a bit;
I don't dare to open it;
How I shake!
Why, It's from that man of mine:
"Will bring partner home to dine;
Get a steak."
LOUIS JONES MAGEE. Wesleyan Argus.
~Relapse.~
I study Evolution,
And hear the teacher tell
How we have all developed
From an isolated cell;
And in the examination
Some fellows make it plain
Their principles will bring them
To the starting-point again.
CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD. Sequoia.