Wade and Silas-Walker cry,—
“Igo and Ago—
Annie’s kissin’ ’em ’good-bye’!”—
Iram, coram, dago.
Aunty waves us fond farewells.—
“Igo and Ago,”
Granny pipes, “tak care yersels!”
Iram, coram, dago.
* * * * *
THE LITTLE LADY
O The Little Lady’s dainty
As the picture in a book,
And her hands are creamy-whiter
Than the water-lilies look;
Her laugh’s the undrown’d music
Of the maddest meadow-brook.—
Yet all in vain I praise The Little Lady!
Her eyes are blue and dewy
As the glimmering Summer-dawn,—
Her face is like the eglantine
Before the dew is gone;
And were that honied mouth of hers
A bee’s to feast upon,
He’d be a bee bewildered, Little
Lady!
Her brow makes light look sallow;
And the sunshine, I declare,
Is but a yellow jealousy
Awakened by her hair—
For O the dazzling glint of it
Nor sight nor soul can bear,—
So Love goes groping for The Little Lady.
* * * * *
[Illustration: “SHE’S BUT A RACING SCHOOL-GIRL.”]
* * * * *
And yet she’s neither Nymph nor
Fay,
Nor yet of Angelkind:—
She’s but a racing school-girl,
with
Her hair blown out behind
And tremblingly unbraided by
The fingers of the Wind,
As it wildly swoops upon The Little Lady.
* * * * *
“COMPANY MANNERS”
When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said
she,—
“It’s unpolite, when they’s
Company,
To say you’ve drinked two
cups, you see,—
But say you’ve drinked a couple
of tea.”
[Illustration]
* * * * *
IN FERVENT PRAISE OF PICNICS
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Picnics is fun ’at’s purty
hard to beat.
I purt’-nigh ruther go to them than
eat.
I purt’-nigh ruther go to them than
go
With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick-Dog
Show.
* * * * *
THE GOOD, OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE
When we hear Uncle Sidney tell
About the long-ago
An’ old, old friends he loved so
well
When he was young—My-oh!—
Us childern all wish we’d ’a’
bin
A-livin’ then with Uncle,—so
We could a-kindo’ happened in
On them old friends he used
to know!—
The good, old-fashioned
people—
The hale, hard-working
people—
The kindly country
people
’At
Uncle used to know!