First, he says, Miss, he's read through your letter And he says that the mountains are fairer (Which are words he would put in these pages, Which the same, not at date, paying wages, He remembers the ball at the Ferry, And the ride, and the gate, and the vow, And the rose that you gave him Same rose he is treasuring now; that very (Which his blanket he 's kicked on his trunk, Miss, And insists on his legs being free ; And his language to me from his bunk, Miss, He hopes you are wearing no willows, And the same you will pardon) — he knows, Miss, And you'd still think of him in your pleasures, HIS ANSWER TO "HER LETTER." In this green laurel-spray that he treasures, It was plucked where your parting was last. In this specimen — but a small trifle — It will do for a pin for your shawl; (Which the truth not to wickedly stifle Was his last week's "clean up " — and his all). 43 He's asleep-which the same might seem strange, Miss, Were it not that I scorn to deny That I raised his last dose, for a change, Miss, In view that his fever was high. But he lies there quite peaceful and pensive; Which I have a small favor to ask you, You would please to procure for me, game, And send per Express to the Flat, Miss, Which they say York is famed for the breed, Which though words of deceit may be that- Miss, I'll trust to your taste, Miss, indeed. P.S.-Which this same interfering That it's just empty pockets as lies That, having no family claims, Here's my pile; which it 's six hundred dollars, As is yours, with respects, TRUthful James. BRET HARte. The Groomsman to the Bridesmaid. E VERY wedding, says the proverb, Makes another, soon or late; Never yet was any marriage Blessings then upon the morning To himself his mistress took, And the destinies recorded Other two within their book. While the priest fulfilled his office, Three there were that stood beside her; But nor fair nor dark the other, Save her Arab eyes and hair; Yet she was the fairest there. While her groomsman - shall I own it? Yes to thee, and only thee · Gazed upon this dark-eyed maiden Who was fairest of the three, Thus he thought: "How blest the bridal Where the bride were such as she!" MY BEAU. Then I mused upon the adage, Which of all who heard his lesson Whose will be the next occasion forgive the fancy What if 't were both mine and thine? THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS. OH My Beau. H, I am dinned with rolling drums And tired with marching 'mid the throng Beside the Volunteers! For all day long my heart and eyes The tears were on my cheeks unchecked I did not heed the people's looks, I cared not what they'd say; That burst unbidden at the thought 45 You surely must have noticed, As the ranks went marching by, I know a dozen hearts that ached Could claim him as a beau. He was the only beau I had: Seemed ever to have cared to win, But had a thousand sought my hand, The greed of gold from out my heart, Yon starlit flag is dear to me, Is right, he stands arrayed. A victory would be death to me, I care not who shall win the fight, Of war shall ebb or flow, If it but brings me home unwrecked MICHAEL O'CONNOR. |