Volume 99 — A BACHELOR'S IDYL.

I am not married, but I see No life so pleasant as my own; I think it's good for man to be Alone. Some marry not who once have been— A curious process—crossed in love, Who find a life's experience in A glove; Or else will sentimental grow At recollections of a dance; But, luckily for me, I've no Romance. Of course I know "love in a cot,"— The little wife who calls you "hub,"— But I'm content whilst I have got My Club. In some fine way, I don't know how, Some fool, some idiot, who lacks A grain of sense, proposes now A tax. A Tax on Bachelors! Ah, well, If this becomes the law's decree, I cheerfully shall pay the L. S.D., Quite happy with my single lot, Convinced beyond a doubt that life Is just worth living it you've not A wife. (A LITTLE LATER.) I'll sing exaltedly no more, But sadly in a minor key Will tell what fortune had in store For me. I rather think, the other day, That someone asked, "Should women woo?" I'll answer that without delay— They do! She came—I foolishly was glad— She took me captive with a glance, Of course I never really had A chance. And when she bent her pretty head To ask the question, I confess That what at once with joy I said Was "Yes." She says our wedding is to be On Monday—quite a swell affair. My wife and I shall hope to see You there.