And day by day beside the stream, they wandered to and fro, And day by day the fishes swam securely down below, Till this little story ended, as such little stories may, Very much-in the usual way. And now that they are married, do they always bill and coo? Do they never fret and quarrel, like other couples do? Does he cherish her and love her? does she honor and obey? Well, they do in the usual way. HE UNDERSTOOD ANNA V. CULBERTSON Robin rashly kissed my hand. AN ELECTIVE COURSE (Lines found among the papers of a Harvard under graduate) THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH The bloom that lies on Hilda's cheek Is all my Latin, all my Greek; The only sciences I know Are frowns that gloom and smiles that glow; Lie in her sweet geography; No scholarship have I but such As teaches me to love her much. Why should I strive to read the skies, To learn what heavenly bodies are? With Hilda's tresses can compare; If Nature's secrets are forbidden To mortals, she may keep them hidden. Eons and æons we progressed And did not let that break our rest; Little we cared if Mars o'erhead Were or were not inhabited; Without the aid of Saturn's rings, Fair girls were wived in those far springs; Greybeards who seek to bridge the chasm Yours is a harmless sort of cult, Linnæus, avaunt! I only care To know what flower she wants to wear. To guess how pinks originated. And Hilda likes them. When they come, The loveliest book that ever man Is woman! As I turn those pages, To think no other work worth knowing. CANDOR OCTOBER-A WOOD HENRY C. BUNNER "I know what you're going to say," she said, And no other summer was like it, you know, Now aren't you, honestly?" "Yes," I said. "I know what you're going to say," she said; "You are going to ask if I forget That day in June when the woods were wet, And you carried me "-here she dropped her head"Over the creek; you are going to say, Do I remember that horrid day. Now aren't you, honestly?" "Yes,” I said. "I know what you're going to say," she said; "You are going to say that since that time You have rather tended to run to rhyme, And "-her clear glance fell and her cheek grew red"And have I noticed your tone was queer?Why, everybody has seen it here!— Now, aren't you, honestly?" "Yes," I said. "I know what you're going to say," I said; "You're going to say you've been much annoyed, And I'm short of tact-you will say devoidAnd I'm clumsy and awkward, and call me Ted, And I bear abuse like a dear old lamb, And you'll have me anyway, just as I am, Now aren't you, honestly?" "Ye-es," she said. A PAIR OF FOOLS JAMES K. STEPHEN 1. His Account of the Matter. I met you, dear, I met you: I can't be robbed of that; Despite the crowd, the babble, and the military band; I met you, yes, I met you: and by your side I sat; I looked at you, I talked to you, and twice I held your hand. When you are with me, dearest, the crowd is out of sight; The men who smoke, the men who pose, the sharp ers, and the flats; |