"
Then a twinkle came to her bright blue eye,
And her dimple deeper grew.
"'Tis surely no sin to tell him that,
For a quarter of eight is two."
_Lehigh Burr_.
~The District Telegraph Boy.~
Hear the clatter of those feet;
See him coming up the street
On the trot!
He is going to the Greens;
No, he's going to the Dean's,
Is he not?
See the uniform of blue,
And the shiny letters, too,
On his cap.
I imagine he is quite
An intelligent and bright
Little chap.
What a careless tune he hums,
And how innocently comes
Hurrying.
Ah, how little does he know
Of the happiness or woe
He can bring!
Now he brings a hopeless sigh.
Now a sparkle to the eye,
Now a tear.
More of griefs, I think, than joys--
Why! the fateful little boy's
Coming here!
Goodness, how he pulls the bell!
He has some bad news to tell,
I'm afraid.
Oh, I hope it's not for me!
Alice, sign for it, and see
If it's paid.
It is surely not from Will,
For his morning smoke is still
In the air.
Has poor uncle breathed his last?
Has his weary spirit passed
From all care?
Then poor auntie is bereft,
And that sunny home is left
Fatherless.
Pages:
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83