A RHYME FOR PRISCILLA And to Aldrich what a pleasure It would be to sing of her, He, whose perfect songs have won her In a fascinating way, And you'll often find her lost in She has reveries at times Some delightful one of Austin O Priscilla, sweet Priscilla, Writing of you makes me think, As I burn my brown Manila How well satisfied these poets 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, THE glow and the glory are plighted 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 The necklace you fasten'd askew! 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. |