| OCR Text |
Show MUSIC. My soul ij an enchnnted boat. Which like a elet'i'iui,- -.v.au, dolh Ileal L'l'ou the ilve uuvua ot ihv ,-t;t nugiui:; AEd ihme -loth like an a;1. 1 11 ll'.'-iile the helm couili:'-t!ii: it. While all llio wimli with ni.-lotlyaxe rlu'ug- It secnia to Ileal orer. forever L'l-on tho weary wiadiuj; river, lk-tweeu tho monut'iii:-, wooil-, ul-y5?i-, A parudina of wiiderEejea ! SCILLEV. RUN IUM OUT, The moral to the following told bv 1 the sufferer, is too apparent to mention. men-tion. Young ladies will hereafter run their brothers out when gentlemen call. I'm certain that I wished somebody would spank tho young rascal. Wo-talked Wo-talked of hiiis, mountains, vaiL-ys and eataracls I believe I said waterfall-when waterfall-when a boy spoke up, and said: '"Why, sister's got a trunk full ot them up stairs; pa says they are made of boss hairl" - . - This revelation struck terror iuto me, and blushes iuto the checks of my fair companion. It began to bo very apparent to me that I must be very guarded in what I said, least the boy might slip in hia remarks at uncalled for places; in fact I turned my conversation to him, and told hira he ought to go home. with me, and see what nice chickens we had in the country. Unluckily I mentioned men-tioned a yoko of calves my brother owned. The word calves ruined all. The little one looked up and said: "Sister's got a dozen pair of thorn, but she don't wear 'cm only when she goes up in town of windy da.ys." "Leave the room, you unmannerly little wretch ! " esciaimed Emily, ' 'leave immediately 1 ' ' "I know what youwant ine to leave tho room for," replied ho, "you can't fool me, you want to sit on that man's lap and kiss him like you did Bill fciiui-moos fciiui-moos the other day; you can't fool me, I jes tell you. Gem mc some candy, like ho did and I'll go. You think because you've got the Greeiau bend that you're smart. Guess I know a thing or two. I'm mad at you, anyhow, any-how, becauso papa would have bought mc a top yesterday, if it hadn't been lor you getting them curls, dog on yei! You needn't get so red in the iiiec, 'cause I sec the paint. There ain't., no use in winking that glass eye of yours l'or I ain't gom' out 0' hero, now that's what is tho matter with the purps, I don't care if you arc twenty-eight years old, you ain't no boss 0' njiuo." |
