(He subsequently ascertained),
To trim her hat with humming birds.
—_From the Century._
A dozen others equally good must be reserved for that encyclopaedia! This specimen, of
PLIGHTED: A.D. 1874.
BY ALICE WILLIAMS.
“Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.”
NELLIE,
Bless my heart! You’ve come at last,
Awful glad to see you, dear!
Thought you’d died or something, Belle—
My engagement? Gracious! Yes.
Rumor’s hit the mark this time.
And the victim? Charley Gray.
Know him, don’t you? Well, he’s
Such mustachios! splendid style!
Then he’s not so horrid fast—
Waltzes like a seraph, too;
Has some fortune—best and last.
Love him? Nonsense. Don’t be “soft;”
Pretty much as love now goes;
He’s devoted, and in time
I’ll get used to him, I ‘spose.
First love? Humbug. Don’t talk stuff!
Bella Brown, don’t be a fool!
Next you’d rave of flames and darts,
Like a chit at boarding-school;
Don’t be “miffed.” I talked just so
Some two years back. Fact, my dear!
But two seasons kill romance,
Leave one’s views of life quite clear.
Why, if Will Latrobe had asked
When he left two years ago,
I’d have thrown up all and gone
Out to Kansas, do you know?
Fancy me a settler’s wife!
Blest escape, dear, was it not?
Yes; it’s hardly in my line
To enact “Love in a Cot.”
Well, you see, I’d had my swing,
Been engaged to eight or ten,
Got to stop some time, of course,
So it don’t much matter when.
Auntie hates old maids, and thinks
Every girl should marry young—
On that theme my whole life long
I have heard the changes sung.
So,
Charley wants a stylish wife.
We’ll suit well enough, no fear,
When we settle down for life.
But for love-stuff! See my ring!
