The scholars only laughed and smiled,
And cried: "How sweet, how smart a child!"
He kept his wings close hid, yet I
Remembered him from days gone by,
And, stepping up, I whispered this:
"My boy, compound for me a kiss."
His face grew thoughtful, then the rogue
Lisped out: "Well, _this_ is most in vogue:
An acorn-cup of sugar first,
Sprinkle quite well with bubbles burst,
Then add a pinch of down that lies
All over June's brown butterflies.
Mix well, and take, to stir it up,
The stem of one long buttercup.
But, sir, you ne'er can taste a mite
Until I add the appetite."
Whereat, ere I could turn to start,
I saw--I _felt_ the flashing dart.
FREDERIC LAWRENCE KNOWLES.
_Olla Podrida._
~Sub-Mistletoe.~
We two stood near
The chandelier,
With mistletoe upon it.
A lovely girl,
My head awhirl,
Her wrap--I'll help her don it.
A button caught;
I surely ought
To help, when she'd begun it.
A pause, a hush,
A kiss, a blush,
And now, by Jove, I've done it!
_Lehigh Burr_.
~She Sayeth "No."~
She sayeth "No"--my lady fair--
And lightly laughs at my despair.
She quick evades my least caress,
Nor grants to me a single tress
From out her wealth of golden hair.
Yet to her cheeks creeps crimson rare,
When I for her my love declare.
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