I have not seen this maid, methinks, Shepherd Nay, a simple swain That tends his flock on yonder plain, But she that passed-you marked her well. Pilgrim Her skin was as the satin bark Of birches. Shepherd Light or dark? Pilgrim Quite dark. Shepherd Then 't was not she. Pilgrim The peach's side That gets the sun is not so dyed Shepherd No, that is not the maid I seek,- And yet-brown locks are far from bad. Pilgrim Now I bethink me, this one had Her hand-in sooth I lack the words- And her eye-my lad, her eye! Shepherd-thoughtfully Good sir, which way did this one go? Pilgrim-solus So, he is off! the silly youth Knoweth not Love in sober sooth. He loves-thus lads at first are blind No woman, only womankind. 49 From the Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Household Edition, by permission of GIB HIM ONE UB MINE BY DANIEL WEBSTER DAVIS A little urchin, ragged, black, But finding that he had no match, And straightway for it made a dash "I have no match!" the owner said, I have no match, you understand, For such a thing as you!" Down in the ragged pantaloons, "Gib me a box," the urchin said, Then handing back the box, he said, A LESSON WITH THE FAN ANONYMOUS If you want to learn a lesson with the fan, If you chance to be invited to a ball, To meet someone you don't expect at all, And you want him close beside you, while a dozen friends divide you, Well, of course— -it's most unladylike to call. So you look at him a minute, nothing more, And you cast your eyes demurely on the floor, Then you wave your fan, just so, well-toward you, don't you know, It's a delicate suggestion,-nothing more! When you see him coming to you (simple you), Oh! be very, very careful what you do; With your fan just idly play, and look down, as if to say Then you flutter and you fidget with it, so! And you hide your little nose behind it low, Till, when he begins to speak, you just lay it on your cheek, In that fascinating manner that you know! And when he tells the old tale o'er and o'er, Gather up your little fan, and secure him while you can,— THE UNDERTOW BY CARRIE BLAKE MORGAN You hadn't ought to blame a man fer things he hasn't done Since the days of Eve and Adam, when the fight of life began, He may not lack in learnin' and he may not want fer brains; |