"And did he succeed?" pursued the little lad.
"Dat's all de fur de tale goes—at present," replied the old man. "How de onfrennelness eventuated, I may tell you anudder time. But, as I tell you, Brer Rabbit wuz a monstus soon beas'; and, when Brer Fox look mighty biggity, atter cuttin' up mighty small, en loup roun' and make faces at all de beastesses, en sorter rustle roun' like he wuz gwinter bus' eberything, why den, honey, fokes is apt to look on him as kinder splummy-splummy, atter all, en his enfloons bimeby is boun' to be pow'ful lackin'."
THAT FOOT-BALL.
An Athletic Father's Lament.
What was it made me cricket snub,
And force my seven sons to subsidize a local "Rugby" Club?
That Foot-ball!
Yet, what first drew from me a sigh,
When TOM, my eldest, missed a "try,"