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A RHYME FOR PRISCILLA

And to Aldrich what a pleasure

It would be to sing of her,

He, whose perfect songs have won her
Lips to quote them day by day.
She repeats the rhymes of Bunner

In a fascinating way,

And you'll often find her lost in

She has reveries at times

Some delightful one of Austin
Dobson's rhymes.

O Priscilla, sweet Priscilla,

Writing of you makes me think,

As I burn my brown Manila
And immortalize my ink,

How well satisfied these poets
Ought to be with what they do
When, especially, they know it's
Read by such a girl as you:
I who sing of you would marry
Just the kind of girl you are,―

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THE SPELLING LESSON

WHEN Venus said: "Spell no for me," "N-O," Dan Cupid wrote with glee, And smiled at his success;

"Ah, child," said Venus, laughing low, "We women do not spell it so,

We spell it Y-E-S."

CAROLYN WELLS

A NICE CORRESPONDENT

An angel at noon, she's a woman at night,
All softness, and sweetness, and love, and delight.

THE glow and the glory are plighted
To darkness, for evening is come;

The lamp in Glebe Cottage is lighted,

The birds and the sheep-bells are dumb. I'm alone at my casement, for Pappy Is summoned to dinner to Kew: I'm alone, dearest Fred, but I'm happy I'm thinking of you.

I wish you were here! Were I duller
Than dull, you'd be dearer than dear;
I am drest in your favorite colour -
Dear Fred, how I wish you were here!
I'm wearing my lazuli necklace,

The necklace you fasten'd askew!
Was there ever so rude or so reckless

A darling as you?

A NICE CORRESPONDENT

you to come and pass sentence two or three books with a plot; irse you know "Janet's Repentance"? reading Sir Waverley Scott,

tory of Edgar and Lucy,

w thrilling, romantic, and true! Master (his bride was a goosey!) Reminds me of you.

tell me Cockaigne has been crowning poet whose garland endures;

s you who first spouted me Browning, at stupid old Browning of yours! ogue and his verve are alarming, m anxious to give him his due, Fred, he's not nearly so charming A poet as you!

ow how you shot at the Beeches, saw how you rode Chanticleer,

ve heard the report of your speeches, nd echo'd the echoing cheer.

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