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r EXTRACTS FROM "PXMCH" & FUH, Is It Her Own ? Is it her own ? through e'wb. long When airy muslins sweep along the grass. Is it her own ? when couples sit and SPOOE, And fairy girls through tenta of blossoro pass*. When flower fefies horticultural delight H", Or promenades botanical invite TIS, Then if you list 'l'ou'Jl hear Sweet voices whispering near, lk§ it her own ? Is it her own ? when the gran el pow'.r of Tears us from dinner and Anina's eide, To hear La Murska cadences prolong And watch for tresses which the cartains hidiv Wben passionate appiausa at last is dying, And anxious friends acquaintances aro eyeing, Then watchful mothers say, Look, darling, o'er the way, "la it ber own Is it her own P question of shelved maidi Viewing with jealous eyes their sisters fair- Whisper of damsels whose concocted braids Pass for luxurious wealth of golden hair See in sly corners dowagers conspiring, Pleasantly smiling, audibly admiring. Hear how their voices siok, Qaite so; but do you thick It is her OWTJ ?J Is is her own ? smooth tufts and cnrls distrast. And chignons hidden by a silken net Beware of ornaments and golden dust, Mark well the juncture where the comb is set If neat disorder reigns beneath the bonnet, Friend of my youth! I'll stake my life upon 5ts, Then instantly you'll say, When wilful tresses stray, It is her om 0 RUS! By a Londoner out of Touni. Ah me, how swoet it is in spring to quit the psxticf: town- To breathe pure air on Kentish hill or bracing Suyypy down, To bask in lavish sunlight-floods the whole long lasy day, 'Mid meadows gold with buttercups, and hedges with May, To hear the lambkin in the field, the throstle in iis hedge, And—welcome to the townsman's e-tr-tbe frog acaoEg the sedge, To list the murmur of tha boughs, to breathe breath of flowers, To note the nestling's feeble chirp where thicier; shade embowers, To hear the distant brook flow on from silver fall 00 fall, To see the merry quire of larks bright-quivering ovsr all, To watch the bounding colt at play, to hear the low t kine, And e'en the meditative sigh of pome contented SWIEP To mark the merry children roam among the verdant fields, To store their hands, and aprons too, with buds thf springtime yields, In short, to live the happy life, which would too tsppy be Did rustics know how blest they are to live a life SÐ free! 'Tis sweet to view the sky, nnsmirched, to breathe unsmoked its airs, To seek the calm of rural scenes, and quit our Itc-cdoz. cares; Bat ah, 'mid all the rare delight one thought will haxsEt me still, The country whets your appetite-atti, ohIht butcher's bill! Sense and Sentiment. A Spring Serenade. Come forth in the garden, my darling, For night it has ceased, There's the thrush on the lawn and the sttrliog Is having a feast; For the dawn is far up in the sky—and the wind's ir. the east! Come forth in the garden, my dearest, For quenched is night's lamp, And the stars that at midnight we-ro cle-arest, Have broken up oamp, And the dew is be-gemming the earth—ami the is quite damp! Come forth in the garden, my sweetest, Come forth and behold The dawn, when its triumph ccmpletest Is blazoned in gold. Yet, no! YOlt had better stoij in, to-oc, for fear ]¡C catch coIer Punch's Essence of Parliament. Hark.! Thursday last the faithful Commem And sat debating till the clock struck ono. They talked of Gladstone's plan to pay the debt, Topic of many figures, but no fun. Asked touching Congress, he had nought to say, Save that he hoped the thing would come abor t* And when they met upon the following day, So few appeared that those were counted We raised no talk upon the great Reform, Bat waited till we should behold the bill, The single bill designed to meet the storm, Directed onward by Caucasian skill. No dastard hands, Hke those of Gm:8I and T*Jv..ce Met in mock prelude of avoided fray: On Dizzy's brow and on his rival's fw,o Were signs that both were swotrk to pound Rway The following Monday for the Sght wag DXE"), In other words then to oonae to pass Whetlior tle TLnct: Reform: by Gladstone rcrjxac. The Tories would drink down, or scriFA-b the glass- More Valuable Statistic?. (By Our Oim Old Fool) In the list of marriages in the Ti nes of one day last week, extraordinary not to pay remarkable to relaie, we find 12 brides whose united Christian P-mmoF c-or- tain the unprecedented number of 144 letters of the alphabet, giving an average of 12 letters each. This, we think is even more astounding then the revelation that if ten old parties have lived to various ages between 70 and 80, the iiggregata number 01 yeare is rather large. The social v Jul) and interest of both facts seem about equal. A DEVOUT WISH.—A Ljjrd of the Ada&iialty, wht is intellectually fitted for nid post, is reported to have-- said to a friend, "I hear there's a Mr. Mil) who s&ye England will shortly be without Co'osj. J wish it may prove true No doubb the old boy would be glad to get rid of the coals that caused such a stir about the great incompetence of the Admiralty. SHEEP V. DEER -It is reported that ? large sbeep= farm in Sutherland,_ recently rented at < £ 7,208 a year., will, on the expiration of the lease this year, be cor» verted into a deer forest. It; would be a cheap forest instead of a deer if we could get back, along with the herds, the hearty mountaineers who Gl)OO peopled the district and strengthened orir armies. HALF AND HALF.—It is an old saying that one half the world does not know how the other half lives. The Monde, however, by ita fashions and phraseology., appears to be quite sufficiently well informed about- the life of the demi monde.


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