OCR Text |
Show TH5 ONION. I Draw off his satin waiteoat, I Toar his silk shirt spart; And, wfoping toars of pleasure, Creep closor to his heart 1 Wrapt is tb'n modern mummy lii eea-olcs3 fold on .old; ! Vet what a wondrous power Those ondlesa wrappings hold . Of all Ui 3 vogfLibloa From gardun'a length to length, IIo id the one most nrghty i.pilomo of ttrongth Wbone'or his porson olIom All noses iLill'lhe air, And epicurean ttomacha For gastric treats prepare. A (ubilo spirit rises Oi dinner in full bloom An aueli-iinK odor l'ervading all the room. When at the well-laid table, IIow is tho palate ble-t ! llo butters oilier dishes, Yet is himself the best. But then call on a lady: Why is her smile so grim? Before a word is Bpokeii Sho known you'ye boon with him. Evening Post. Babhy ALDKJf. |