The Free Lance.
The balls have hidden behind a bush,
The vagrant breezes quiver the net,
In the apple trees' shade where the grass is long,
They have played the love set.—Ex.
A nymph there was in Arcadie
Who owned a crystal spring;
And there she'd wash, sans mackintosh,
B'gosh, or anything.
A youth there was in Arcadie
Who hunted o'er the brooks;
He would not tote no overcoat,
But traveled on his looks.
Though ancient Greece had no police
The gods did as they'd orter;
To put them quite fron► the mortal's sight
They turned them into water.—Ex.
THE MAIDEN'S rAREWELL.
The time has come and we must part,
The tear drop dims mine eye;
How oft I've clasped thee to my heart
With joy in days gone by.
When first I saw thee, I was sure
Thou cam'st to me to stay,
But nothing mundane , cloth endure,
All things must Pass away.
How oft in days forever Past,
My form thou bast embraced 1
Another takes thy place at last
And clasps me round the waist.
But such is life—we meet to part,
In midst of change we dwell,
Another clasps to-clay my heart,
Old corset, fare the
MAN AND HIS Siiois,
How much a man is like his shoes!
For instance, both a soul may lose;
Both have been tanned, both are made tight
By cobblers; both get left and right.
Both need a mate to be complete;
And both are made to go on feet.
They both need heeling, oft are sold,
And both in time will turn to mould.
With shoes the last is first; with man
[JANUARY,