OMEHOW, sitting cosily here,
I think of the sunny summertide hours,
When the what-do-you-call-'em warbles clear,
And the breezes blow—likewise the flowers.
Once a Week.
LAWYER'S brief will be brief, before a freethinker thinks freely.
Guesses at Truth.
UXTAPOSITION, in fine; and what is juxtaposition?
Look you, we travel along in the railway, carriage or steamer,
And, pour passer le temps, till the tedious journey be ended,
Lay aside paper or book, to talk to the girl who is next one;
And, pour passer le temps, with the terminus all but in prospect,
Talk of eternal ties and marriages made in heaven.
Claude, in Clough's Amours de Voyage.
