THE PLAIDIE

Upon ane stormy Sunday,
Coming adoon the lane,
Were a score of bonnie lassies—
And the sweetest I maintain
Was Caddie,
That I took unneath my plaidie,
To shield her from the rain.
She said that the daisies blushed
For the kiss that I had ta'en;
I wadna hae thought the lassie
Wad sae of a kiss complain:
"Now, laddie!
I winna stay under your plaidie,
If I gang hame in the rain!"
But, on an after Sunday,
When cloud there was not ane,
This selfsame winsome lassie
(We chanced to meet in the lane),
Said, "Laddie,
Why dinna ye wear your plaidie?
Wha kens but it may rain?"
Charles Sibley.

FEMININE ARITHMETIC

LAURA On me he shall ne'er put a ring,
So, mamma, 'tis in vain to take trouble—
For I was but eighteen in spring
While his age exactly is double.
MAMMA He's but in his thirty-sixth year,
Tall, handsome, good-natured and witty,
And should you refuse him, my dear,
May you die an old maid without pity!
LAURA His figure, I grant you, will pass,
And at present he's young enough plenty;
But when I am sixty, alas!
Will not he be a hundred and twenty?
Charles Graham Halpine.

LORD GUY

When swallows Northward flew
Forth from his home did fare
Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire
And Lanturlu.
Swore he to cross the brine,
Pausing not, night nor day,
That he might Paynims slay
In Palestine.
Half a league on his way
Met he a shepherdess
Beaming with loveliness—
Fair as Young Day.

Gazed he in eyes of blue—
Saw love in hiding there
Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire
And Lanturlu.
"Let the foul Paynim wait!"
Plead Love, "and stay with me.
Cruel and cold the sea—
Here's brighter fate."
When swallows Southward flew
Back to his home did fare
Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire
And Lanturlu.
Led he his charger gay
Bearing a shepherdess
Beaming with happiness—
Fair as Young Day.
White lambs, be-ribboned blue—
Tends now with anxious care,
Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire
And Lanturlu.
George F. Warren.