Volume 101 — TO EVANGELINE.
Reading edition
Oh, come and be my Queen, And share my lot In some artistic cot At Turnham Green, EVANGELINE! The painted tambourine Shall grace its wall, And many a table small And folding screen Shall on its floor be seen, EVANGELINE! Your beauty's dazzling sheen Upsets me quite— Of late my appetite Has wretched been, EVANGELINE! I shun the soup tureen And pine for you; At pudding, joint, and stew My face turns green— What do the symptoms mean, EVANGELINE? If Fate should come between My Love and me, This countenance will be No more serene, EVANGELINE! With nitro-glycerine I'll speed my flight, Or else I will ignite Some Magazine— Some Powder Magazine, EVANGELINE!
An Aunt at Will.
[A lawsuit has been occasioned in India through white ants devouring a will.]
It is usually supposed that Australia is topsey-turvey mad, but in India it seems that matters also go by contraries, when compared with their mode of procedure at home. A lawsuit has been occasioned in Calcutta through white ants devouring a will. In England our Aunts (who are generally whites) make wills (bless them!) and we devour them, or at least live on the proceeds.
DEAR CHILD!
Papa (to Friend from Town). "THERE, MY BOY, THAT'S WHAT YOU OUGHT TO DO! GET A GEE, AND COME OUT WITH THE HOUNDS!"
Little Daughter. "OH, PAPA, TAKE CARE YOU DON'T FALL OFF, AS YOU DID THE OTHER DAY!"