He made his last "impression" here
While yet his heart was warm,
Just in the "nick" closed his career,
And death "locked up his form."
He sank into his final rest
Without one sigh or moan;
His latest words—"Above my breast
Place no 'imposing stone.'"
Courtship of a Vassar Girl.
The parents and the old relatives are chatting over their darling's future. Meanwhile the fiances have escaped into the back parlor.
Virginia—Where are you leading me to, John?
John—I wish to tell you, while others forget us, how happy I am to marry you—you, so winning, so witty, the gem of Vassar College.
Virginia—Oh! how many compliments to a poor graduate who only won the premium of rhetoric, and was second best in geometry.
John—I love you, and worship you just as you are.
V.—Oh, my friend, how anaphorical, and especially how epanaletical.