Part 26 (1/2)

Youths tried with old man to prevail, To let them blaze away at quail, But though they longed for a fat pot, At them they never got a shot.

No more the old man doth them s.h.i.+eld, For they have flown to broader field, Long may they spread their wings and tail, And may no foe them 'ere a.s.sail.

LINES ON THE FINDING OF A YOUNG MAN'S BODY IN TORONTO BAY.

His ident.i.ty was discovered by finding the maker's name on the suit he wore and by sending a strip of the cloth to the maker in Montreal.

A young man's body long it lay In bottom of Toronto Bay, But at last the waters bore, And raised him up near to the sh.o.r.e.

But no one knew his rank or station, No one knew his home or nation, But his form and dress were genteel, And sorrow many they did feel.

Kind man took charge of the remains, And was well rewarded for his pains, So skilful he did him embalm, Restored the features sweet and calm.

The father came and he did bless The man who did restore the face, And saved for him his son's remains, And thus he fame and honor gains.

LINES ON A LAWN PARTY.

Where it was announced ten days previous that the cereus would bloom, August, 1888.

We own we felt a little curious, To see the rare night blooming cereus, And as if 'twas divine anointed, It came in bloom at the time appointed, And gorgeous too their oleander, None 'ere saw shrub blossom grander.

LINES ADDRESSED TO AN OLD BACHELOR.

In summer time we roam o'er dingle, But winter draws us round the ingle, Why do you remain thus single, When love would make two hearts tingle, Pray, tell me why my dearest wingle, With the fair you do not mingle, Better with love 'neath cot of s.h.i.+ngle, Than all your yellow gold to jingle.

For married life you would enjoy, And soon a little girl and boy, They would your leisure hours employ, At Christmas you could buy each toy, And fill their little hearts with joy, For their amus.e.m.e.nts never cloy, Business cares do men annoy, Child's happiness knows no alloy.

LINES READ AT A LADIES' AID.

After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend, On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a ladies' aid.