A MERRY BLUE-EYED LADDIE MERRY blue-eyed laddie goes laughing A through the town, Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay, place!" And every little lassie smooths her tumbled locks a-down, And brings out all her dimples and hides away her frown, And lays aside her broom and mop, the bonnie boy to chase, Singing, "Hey, but the world is a gay, gay place!" But away the blue-eyed laddie goes to seek another town, Singing, "Hey, but the world is a gay, gay place!" Then every dimple vanishes, and back comes every frown, And every little lassie folds away her Sunday gown, With tear-drops trickling sadly down her woful little face, Sighing, "Hey, but the world is a sad, sad place!" Juliet Wilbour Tompkins. DANCE TIME T'S I live in a very wise town They read, they write, they read all day As orchard-trees do grow. Said I, I was a young thing then, And a foolish young thing, too,- "For I would rather look at you This way, with happy looks, Than lose the stars from my With poring over books. two eyes "I'd rather far be red and white For stupid folks to see Than write nine books for little dull worms To eat them, leisurely. "And I would rather have it said When all my days are through, "When learning makes you white and red And fresh as west-winds blow, I may spend sun and candle-light To learn what they all know. "But O, the wise in this wise town, And there are fewer wise men, now, Josephine Preston Peabody Marks. I HOW LIKE A WOMAN WANTED you to come to-day Or so I told you in my letter- And thrilled at every door-bell's pealing, I should have guessed you drinking tea If you had let me wait in vain, Had you not come, I should have known Instead of which, I grieve to own, Caroline and Alice Duer. CU A VIGNETTE UPID, playing blind man's buff, To dispense with any guesses. Caroline Duer. |