Oh, ’tis so. Don’t I know?
You’re in for it, once you begin it.
As with wine, so with love, you’d better go slow,
For the devil himself is in it!
She’s a “darby” poem for the old-fashioned Bohemian.—The Editor.
The Worldly Way
By Monroe H. Rosenfeld.
“Come back, my child,” said the father fond
To his boy who had gone astray
Out in the bitter world of sin—