The starlight so wondrously flashing?
Ah, no: ’twas the glint of the glimmering glass,
And the cocktail is ebbing and splashing.
All quiet along the St. Lawrence to-night,
Though the cashier is crossing for ever;
While depositors rush on the bank which he left,
He draws on the bank of the river.
From The New York World.
——:o:——
LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS.