While the neeter still reddens our cups as they And her friend, Charley Church, was a preacher

The purple globed clusters their life-dews have And his eye, meeting hers, began winking, and

bled; How sweet is the breath of the fragraneetheyshed!| While she, in her turn, kept thinking, and thunk.

He hastened to woo her, and sweetly he wooed,
For his love grew until to a mountain it grewed,
And what he was longing to do then he doed.

In secret he wanted to speak, and he spoke,
To seek with his lips what his heart long had
soke ;

So they to each other kept clinging, and clung, While Time his swift circuit was winging, and wung;

And this was the thing he was bringing and brung:

The man Sally wanted to catch, and had caught; So he managed to let the truth leak, and it loke. That she wanted from others to snatch, and had snaught;

He asked her to ride to the church, and they rode; Was the one she now liked to scratch, and she They so sweetly did glide that they both thought scraught.

they glode,

And they came to the place to be tied, and were And Charley's warm love began freezing, and toed.

froze,

While he took to teasing, and cruelly toze
The girl he had wished to be squeezing, and squoze.

Wretch!" he cried, when she threatened to

leave him, and left,

"How could you deceive me, as you have de

ceft ?"

And she answered, "I promised to cleave, and
I've cleft."

PHOEBE CARY.

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