I thought, at the first of the season,
Of titles and money and style;
But the charm which they hold is but trifling,
When I think of his bright, tender smile.
Ah, me! when a girl loves her lover,
Of happiness there is no lack,
My heart is as light as a feather,
I'm engaged to be married to Jack.
Not So Tough as That.
Mrs. Youngwife—Well, Harry, our first dinner party will be a great success, I think. The dinner, I am sure, will be perfect.
Harry—I hope so. What's the game?
"Roast ducks with currant jelly."
"Gracious, Eleanor, the one thing I can't carve. They'll be tough, too, I'll bet."
"Oh, no, they won't. I took care not to get canvas backs."
—Utica Observer.