"My native country thee, I love thy rocks and rills, Now that's fine speakin'. I was walking down the street the other day and I was sayin' to myself I don't believe I have such very good sense anyhow-I was gist thinkin' that—and I heard some one talkin' about me, so I went back to hear what they was sayin'. And what do you think I heard them say? They says that's the very purtiest little girl in this town-and they meant me. T'ain't so neither, so it 'taint. I think I'm the very ugliest girl in this whole town. My ma's a Methodist, and when Conference comes you ought to see the big preachers what comes to our house. They come and stay nearly a week, and goodness! how much they do eat. One of them-the very biggest one too-took me on his knee and said I was a daisy. I gist jumped off of his knee and said, Who do you think you are talkin' 'bout anyway? Why, you ole crank, if you don't watch out we'll fire you out bodily. You bets you, I skeered him purty bad. He never said a nuther word to me, you bets you. He's dead now, and I'm so glad. I bet you don't know Sim. He's my beau. We have to hide behind the rose-bush every night and hear my sister Jane and her beau sparkin' in the hammock, so we kin take items. Then when we git big, if Sim forgets, I'll know how. Oh, we've got sparkin' down to a purty fine point. Well, I guess I'll go and get on my new dress, and let you see it. This is 'bout the worstest dress I dot, but I could have lots better ones if I wanted 'em, but I don't wan't want 'em. I've got sense enough not to want things I can't git. That's all I have to tell you so I guess I'll go. [Arranged on hearing Miss Lucia Griffin recite "The Naughty Girl."] THE WAY TO SLEEPTOWN. The town of Sleeptown is not far In Timbuctoo or China, For it's right near by in Blinkton county, It's just beyond the Thingumbob hills, But you must be drawn thro' the Valley of Yawn, And this is the way, They say, they say, That baby goes to Sleeptown! He starts from the city of Odearme, By the shore of the Sleeping Waters; And straight does he go thro' the Vale of Heigho, And this is the way, They say, they say, That baby goes to Sleeptown! By Twilight Path thro' the Nightcap Hills Thro' the dewy gloom of Flyaway Forest, By the drowsy peaks of Noddle; And never a sound does baby hear, For not a leaf does quiver, From the Little Dream Gap in the Hills of Nap And this is the way, They say, they say, That baby goes to Sleeptown! Aways he flies over Bylow Bridge, And on thro' the groves of Moonshine Valley The sleepy baby take up Until they enter at Jumpoff Center The Peekaboo Vale of Wakeup. They say, they say, That baby comes from Sleeptown! S. W. Foss. IMPH-M. Ye've heard hoo the de'il, as he wauchel'd thro' Beith, morn?" 66 tak' mine the He wagg'd his auld tail while he cockit his horn, That usefu' word "Imph-m;" Wi' sic a big mouthfu', he couldna say Aye! When I was a laddie, lang syne, at the schule, I glunched, an' said, "Imph-m, I wasna owre proud, but owre dour to say A-y-e! Ae day a queer word as lang-nebbit's himsel', Quo' I," Maister Quill," wi' a kin' o' a swither, 66 I'll spell ye the word gif ye'll spell me anither— Let's hear ye spell 'Imph-m,' That common word Imph-m,' That auld Scotch word 'Imph-m,' ye ken it means A-y-e!" Had ye seen hoo he glowered, hoo he scratched his big pate, An' shouted, "Ye villain, get oot o' my gate! Get aff tae yer seat! ye're the plague o' the schule ! That auld-farran "Imph-m," that stan's for an A-y-e! An' when, a brisk wooer, I courted my Jean, That charming word "Imph-m,' An' noo I'm a dad, wi' a hoose o' my ain- That daft-like word, "Imph-m," That vulgar word "Imph-m”—they winna say A-y-e ! Sae I've gi'en owre the "Imph-m❞—it's nae a nice word; When printed on paper, it's perfect absurd; That wretched word "Imph-m," It's ten times mair vulgar than even braid Aye. James Nicholson. A SECRET. "I'll tell you something," says little Belle, "If you're certain, sure, you'll never tell. 66 66 Well, then," whispers the little maid, My papa, a great, big man, 's afraid.” “Oh, isn't that funny enough?" laughed Sue. “Your papa's afraid, and mine is, too. "Not of bears or tigers or bumble-bees; It's something a thousand times worse than these. 66 "It's a terrible thing, that goes up and down Through every city, village and town. "And my papa says he almost knows That things will be ruined wherever it goes." "Yes, isn't it dreadful?" says Belle, with a sigh. "It will swear and, papa says, steal and lie. "I s'pect it has horns and cloven feet; Then closer together drew each little maid, They might see this thing with cloven feet, And then they fancied they heard it roar, "Oh, its name," cries Belle, "is so dreadful, too; Does your papa call it Republican,' Sue ?" Sue shakes her head. "Oh, it can't be that, Lizzie M. Hadley. |