Judge — February 14, 1891 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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He spied a youth and winsoine maid, ‘A’winsome maid, a winsome maid ; Alone they trod the rimy His step how could they know ? yuse made he—ah me! ah me! He bent his good cross-bow. ; A fame-tipped dart with rainbow wing— A-cruel thing! a cruel thing! ‘With smiling haste in rest he placed ‘And fitted 1 the string. Oh, fatal day!’ What hand can stay Love's keen, unerring dart? His aim was trie; the arrow flew ‘And pierced them to the heart: So deep the shaft had cleft its way— Ah, wellasday ! ah, well-a-day ! ‘The maid and youth became, in sooth, ‘The gentle archer’s pre A vanquished pair, his chaln to wear; A GOOD SHOT. OUNG Love walked out one winter's day, ‘One winter's day, one winter's day. His eye was bright, his step so light He danced along the way . So fair his face, so full of grace His mien-—but woe! but woe! That look intent some mischief meant— He had his good cross-bow. For many a year at love's command, ‘At love's command, at love's command, ‘They since that day their devious way Have journeyed hand in hand. Sometimes he leads through flowery meads ‘Where rippling waters flow ; But everywhere, of storm or fair, Wve bears his good crossbow. Te matters not if clouds appear ‘They press along with happy song ‘Aad now and then a tear, Some storms may beat about their feet, ‘They cling the closer then ; Nor can they think their feet would shrine To tread the path again, In sun of sleet, through summer's heat, Or wintry weather, or wintry weather ; Whate'er betide the world beside, “These three fare on tonether. With Swelling hope upon life's slope They face the western glow. HARD TO BELIEVE. Well, dear, how did you like (of Boston) —" (just returned from Chicago) — Oh, 1 didn't like rustle and bus! there to suit me.” And smile at time, while Love, the rogue! Still bears his good cross-bow. 3 LOUISA J. GIBSON. Mrs. BROWNING (guite shocked: Bustle? Oh, horrors! haven't they discarded those vulgar things yet?" Wi JUDGING BY APPEARANCES. allt h Landlord (suspiciously) —" You are an actor, you say. What is Nua your rdle?"" Boothby Ham—*1 am playing the heavy, sir. me for a supe?” Landlord —"No; from the size of your wardrobe I fancied you might be doing Cleopatra.” Perhaps you took THE UNFORTUNATE. WITH features bruised and battered, Unsound in every limb; He says he’s done with foot-ball, Though foot-ball’s done for him. APPROXIMATING THE SEASON. Gargoyle (reflectively) —“It was in the summer-time when Eve was created.” Mrs. Gargoyle —" How do you know?” Gargoyle—"I infer so from the fact that it was before the fall.” “YOU CAN'T MOST ALWAYS TELL.” har you goin’, stranger?” STRANGER STRANGER —"'Guess yes.” ARIZONA Jaci comicbooks.com