A bashful youth was paying his addresses to a gay lass of the country, who had long despaired of bringing things to a crisis. Youth called one day when she was alone at home. After settling the merits of the weather, Miss said, looking slyly into his face, "I dreamed of you last night," "Did you? Why, now." "Yes, I dreamed you kissed me!" "Why, now, what did you dream your mother said?" "Oh, I dreamed she wasn't at home." A light dawned on Youth's intellect, and directly something was heard to crack.
THE NEST EGG.—116.
Some friends of ours in Ohio have a little boy about six years old, and a little girl about four. They had been cautioned in their morning strife after hens' eggs not to take away the nest egg; but one morning the little girl reached the nest first, seized an egg, and started for the house. Her disappointed brother followed, crying, "Mother, mother! Suzy, she's been and got the egg the old hen measures by!"
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW? BY J. G. SAXE.—117.
I know a girl with teeth of pearl
And shoulders white as snow;
She lives—ah! well,
I must not tell—
Wouldn't you like to know?
Her sunny hair is wondrous fair,
And wavy in its flow.
Who made it less
One little tress—
Wouldn't you like to know?
Her eyes are blue (celestial hue)
And dazzling in their glow.
On whom they beam
With melting gleam—
Wouldn't you like to know?
Her lips are red and finely wed,
Like roses ere they blow.
What lover sips
Those dewy lips—
Wouldn't you like to know?
Her fingers are like lilies fair,
When lilies fairest grow.
Whose hand they press
With fond caress—
Wouldn't you like to know?
Her foot is small, and has a fall
Like snow-flakes on the snow.
And where it goes
Beneath the rose—
Wouldn't you like to know?