Pamela in Town Then all the beaux vowed 'twas their duty And first Frank Lovelace tried his wit, Cold grew the charming fair and colder. Then Jack Carew his arts essayed, With honeyed sighs and feigned weeping. That pretty Pam she wore a-sleeping. Then Cousin Will came up to view Alack! one night at Ranelagh The pretty Sly-boots fell a-blushing; To dance with Pam a saltarello. Then Jack and Frank and Will resolved, But who that saw Pam's eyes a-shining And-oons! Their wrath cooled as they looked That Poet stared as fierce as any! He was a mighty proper man, With blade on hip and inches many; 775 The beaux all vowed it was their duty Sweet Pam she bridled, blushed and smiled- Pamela and her grizzled Poct. A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN I PASSED by a garden, a little Dutch garden, I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden, And a rosy Dutch frau with a shoe like a scow, There grew in that garden, that little Dutch garden, Blue flag flowers lovely and tall, And early blush roses, and little pink posies, But Gretchen was fairer than all. My heart's in that garden, that little Dutch garden,— It tumbled right in as I passed, 'Mid wildering mazes of spinach and daisies, And Gretchen is holding it fast. Harriet Whitney Durbin [18 THE PRIME OF LIFE JUST as I thought I was growing old, To watch the world with a heart grown cold, Thoughts on the Commandments 777 Rose came by with a smile for me, And I am thinking that forty year Isn't the age that it seems to be, When two pretty brown eyes are near. Bless me! of life it is just the prime, To dark brown eyes and a pretty hand. These gray hairs are by chance, you see- Rose came by with a smile for me, Just as I thought I was getting old. Walter Learned [1847 THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS "LOVE your neighbor as yourself,"- So the prayer-book teaches. Half my duty I can do With but little labor, For with all my heart and soul Mighty little credit, that, To my self-denial, Not to love her, though, might be Something of a trial. Why, the rosy light, that peeps So to make my merit more, For she's sweeter than the breath And I've preached the word I know, For it was my duty To convert the stubborn heart Of the little beauty. Once again success has crowned For her sweet eyes own that she Also loves her neighbor. George Augustus Baker [1849 THE IRONY OF LOVE "SIGH NO MORE, LADIES” From" Much Ado About Nothing" SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Sing no more ditties, sing no moe Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Into Hey nonny, nonny. William Shakespeare [1564-1616] A RENUNCIATION If women could be fair, and yet not fond, |