And if ever we meet in heaven, I wouldn’t think it queer

If we loved each other the better because we’ve quarreled here.

[¹] From “Farm Ballads.” Copyright 1873, 1882, by Harper & Brothers.


GONE WITH A HANDSOMER MAN.[¹]

(FROM “FARM BALLADS.”)

John.

’VE worked in the field all day, a plowin’ the “stony streak;”

I’ve scolded my team till I’m hoarse; I’ve tramped till my legs are weak;