~A Senior's Plea.~
"Dear Father: Once you said, 'My son,
To manhood you have grown;
Make others trust you, trust yourself,
And learn to stand alone!'
"Now, father, soon I graduate,
And those who long have shown
How well they trust me, want their pay,
And I can stand a loan."
JOHN CURTIS UNDERWOOD.
_Trinity Tablet_.
~After the Game.~
They played at cards on the yellow sand.
When the fields and the trees were green,
She thought that the trump was in her hand,
He thought that he held the queen.
But winter has come, and they both have strayed
Away from the throbbing wave--
He finds 'twas only the deuce she played,
She finds that he played the knave.
_Columbia Spectator_.
~Old Days.~
Sing a song of old days,
Old days and true,
True days and bold days,
Deeds to dare and do.
Quarter-staff and buckles
Trip, turn and tread--
Tapped upon the knuckles,
Rapped upon the head.
Pouch and pocket-fillings,
Knavery and worse--
Oh, the crowns and shillings
In the miser's purse!
Tumbled into limbo,
Picking thro' the locks,
Fast with arms akimbo,
Stewing in the stocks.
Pretty maids a-laughing--
Here's to rosy lips,
Port and sherry quaffing
While the pottle drips.
Quaffing port and sherry,
Jolly roaring blades,
Making gay and merry
With the giddy maids.
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