Well, if that's true, Respected Sirs,
I'll breakfast at my ease,
And think myself in chapel
Just as often as you please.
H. K. WEBSTER.
_Hamilton Literary Monthly_.
~Her Answer.~
"Maud, take my heart!" cried Algernon.
(Maud goes to Barnard College.)
She said, "You know I'm wedded to
A noble search for knowledge.
"I cannot take your heart, Al, but--"
He saw her eyes with pleasure beam--
"I'm much obliged. You've given me
A subject for a daily theme."
C.H.
_Columbia Literary Monthly_.
~"Give Me the Town."~
Give me the town; let others go
Where babbling streams of water flow,
Where soars the lark on daring wing
(I'd rather hear De Reszke sing),
And where sweet-scented breezes blow.
I love to be where, to and fro,
Weary or eager, fast or slow,
The _human_ tide is eddying;
Give me the town.
The balls, the theatres, the row,
Who would not find amusement so?
Here's where a man can have his fling,
Can drink the dregs of--everything.
Would you change this for Surrey? Oh,
Give me the town.
MARY HELEN RITCHIE.
_Bryn Mawr Lantern_.
[Illustration: A BRYN MAWR GIRL.]
~I Flunked To-Day.~
I flunked to-day. "I'm not prepared,"
Was all I said. Still less I cared.
No more I strive the depths to try,
Or drink the fount of wisdom dry;
Yet once at learning's court I fared;
There with the best my work compared;
My weary brain was never spared.
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