Volume 98 — SONG SENTIMENTIANA.
Reading edition
(A Delightful "All-the-Year-Round" Resort for the Fashionable Composer.) Example II.—Showing how curiously Retentive is the Lover's Memory.
'Tis ninety years ago, love! It seems but yestermorn We sat upon the snow, love, And watch'd the golden corn! I mind the bitter wind, love— I mind it well, although The wind I say I mind, love, Blew ninety years ago!
The plough stood on the hill, love— The horse stood in the plough! And both were standing still, love— I seem to see them now! The lamb frisk'd in the glen, love— A stranger he to whoa! And so was I—but then, love, 'Twas ninety years ago!
The roses by the way, love, Were large and, oh, so fair! And so they are to-day, love, For all I know—or care! And softly unto thou, love, While yet among the snow, I breathed that fatal vow, love, Of ninety years ago!
A "Fishing Interrogatory."—"What's this new French book on angling?" asked Mrs. R., who is not very well up in the French language and literature. "I believe," she went on, "it is called The Bait Humane. I do hope it is against the cruel practice of putting live worms on a hook, which is so cruel."—[It is supposed that our dear Mrs. R. has heard some mention of La Bête Humaine.—Ed.]