The Free Lance. A hurried glance At what she wrote. A careless laugh, A passing jest, The Aote in shreds, — You know the rest. A Serious Love Speed. A young lady sings in our choir Whose hair is the color of plioir, But her charm is unique, She has such a fair cliique It is really a joy to be ulioir. Whenever she looks down the aisle She gives me a beautiful smaisle, And of all her beaux I am certain she slieaux She likes me the best all the whaisle. Last Sunday she wore a new sacque, Low-cut at the front and the bacque And a lovely bouquet Worn in such a cute wuet As only a few girls have the knacque. Some day, ere she grows too antique, In marriage her hand I shall sique; If she’s not a coquette Which I’d greatly regruette, She shall share my six dollars a wique. Two Litti.k Maids, Two little maids went roaming, roaming, All in the fields alone, Suppose that a boy were coming, coming, Over the fields,” said one, said one, To the other little maid, said one. u tt'mV 1 , 6 SeCOUd little ,nnid fell breaming, dreaming, ( He’ll bring me a rose,” said she, He won’t; you are always scheming, scheming, As horrid as you can he !” Dear me ! As horrid ns she can he. Two little maids in a fury, fury, No little hoy in view, And this is the end of the story, sorry ! Why didn’t they make it two? Don’t you Think they might as well have made it two? —Arthur IV. Colton , in Yale Lit. [November, —The Sibyl. — L. A. IV. Bulletin.
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