The Free Lance .
I’d send myself by A. D. T.
To-day to your address,
And on my petals you, maybe,
A long, sweet kiss would press.
I’d pause a moment so, and then
Disguise I would resign;
I’d change me to myself again
And catch your lips on mine !
DISAPPOINTMENT,
My love and I went out to walk
All in the bright sunshine.
The day was cold. Her little hands
Were tightly clasped in—her muff.
I begged one token of her love
Which should fulfill my bliss.
She said she had no token, but
She did give me a—smile.
I pressed more closely to her side,
“ I love you as my life,
I prithee be my Valentine.”
She said she’d be my—friend.
ShEIGHING,
I love to hear the sleighbells’ tune
Ring out in icy air—
That is, when at my side there sits
A dainty maiden fair.
The frostier the wintry wind
The better ’tis for me,
For closer to my sheltering side
She nestles tenderly.
But sweeter than the moonlit road
O’er which we lightly skim
It is to play we’re sleighing still
In the back parlor dim,
When on the sofa quite as close
Both snuggle up for fun,
And I devote two hands to her
Instead of only one.
: bald-headed man in his family pew
red back on the cushions and slumbered;
he dreamed that the preacher these words
had proclaimed :
hairs of your head are all numbered.”
[Aprie,
Truth
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