A tortuous double iron track; a st… A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coa… Some postal cars, and baggage, too… With buffers, duffers, switches, a… This is the Orient’s novel pride,…

I once knew all the birds that cam… And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a name— My friends were woodchucks, toads,… I knew where thrived in yonder gle…

Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over… And the rich little lady puts out… As she looks at her own white, dai… And wishes that she could wear a g…

Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my hea… And rends that bleeding thing apar… And though she rolls a scornful ey…

If I were Francois Villon and Fr… What would it matter to me how the… _He_ would in sweaty anguish toil… And still not keep the prowling, g… But, with my valiant bottle and my…

Bambino in his cradle slept; And by his side his grandam grim Bent down and smiled upon the chil… And sung this lullaby to him,— This 'ninna and anninia’:

One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,— “Dear little one, I love thee wel… Be ever here thy sweet repose!” Seeing the rose with love bedight,

Why do you shun me, Chloe, like t… That, fearful of the breezes and t… Has sought her timorous mother sin… And on the pathless mountain tops… Her trembling heart a thousand fea…

Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,

To-day I strayed in Charing Cros… With thinking of my home and frien… There was no water in my eyes, but… And my heart lay like a sodden, so… This way and that streamed multitu…

When, to despoil my native France… With flaming torch and cruel sword And boisterous drums her foeman co… I curse him and his vandal horde! Yet, what avail accrues to her,

COBBLER Stork, I am justly wroth, For thou hast wronged me sore; The ash roof-tree that shelters th… Shall shelter thee no more!

Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; Moder will rocke her sweete,- Balow, my boy! When that his toile ben done, Daddie will come anone,-

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart

HORACE When you were mine in auld lang sy… And when none else your charms mig… I’ll not deny, Fair nymph, that I