Miss T. delights in all good works,
She goes to church three times on Sunday,
Her daily duty never shirks,
Nor keeps her goodness for this one day.
She loves to bake and knit and sew,
For wider fields she doesn't hanker;
Yet for the things they have I know
A-many poor folk have to thank her.
The simple life she truly leads,
She loves her small domestic labors;
In spring she plants her garden seeds
And shares the product with her neighbors.
By Books and Authors now I see
In literature she's made a foray:
"The Yellow Shadow"—said to be
"A crackerjack detective-story."
Captain Brown
Bluff Captain Brown is somewhat queer,
But of the sea he's very knowing.
I scarcely meet him once a year—
He's off in search of whales a-blowing.
For fifty years—perhaps for more—
He's sailed about upon the ocean.
He thinks that if he lived ashore
He'd die. But this is just a notion.
Still when the Captain comes to port
With barrels of oil from whales caught napping,
He'll pace the deck, and loudly snort,
"This land air is my strength a-sapping.
"I call this living on hard terms;
I wish that I had never seen land;
I wish I were a-chasing sperms
Abaft the nor'east coast of Greenland."
Yet on his latest cruise, 'tween whales
The Captain wrote a book most charming.
It's called—and it is having sales—
"Some Practical Advice on Farming."