Still southward silently she strays. She spies shy Simon Slade.
“Stop, Simon!” says Susanna Snooks. Still sifts sweet sunset’s shade.
Shy Simon six snug satisfying squeezes slyly stole;
Susanna snickered. Simon stayed. Sick, silly, spoony soul!
Susanna’s sire saw some shy, suspicious stranger stray.
Saw Susan say, “Stop, Simon Slade.” Saw simple Simon stay.
Stern sire sought some solid stick—serenely, slyly slipped.
Susanna saw. She shrilly shrieked, “Skip, Simon!” Simon skipped.
Needless to say these diverting lines were written and published originally beyond the westering wave.
THE POETS ILLUSTRATED.
1.—“Dip forward under starry light.”—Tennyson.
2.—“It sounds to him like her mother’s Weiss Singing——”—Longfellow.
3.—“Off with his head.”—Cibber.
4.—“A pouncet box which ever an I anon
4.—“He gave his nose, and took’t away again,
4.—“... and still he smiled.”—Shakespeare.
5.—“Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
5.—“Our coming, and grow brighter when we come.”—Byron.