Judge — September 26, 1891 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

COW-BELLS. MIND me well, as a barefoot lad, When the toil of the day was over, How I dropped the bars by the barnyard path And walked to the dewy clover, While far away rose the sound of bells Faint as the murmur of sea-worn shells— “Tin, tin, tin,” came the echoes thin, And ‘then, as they drifted nearer, “Ting, along, ling” would the chorus ring ‘Through the distance clear and clearer. And by the ford where the gray mill loomed I drove them down to the edges, And the great round moon peeped over a cloud As they stood knee-deep in sedges ; ‘And the bells kept time in a rude refrain, Like rain-drops dashed on a window-pane— Clink, clank, clink,” as they bent to drink Where the spray from the dam came foaming, And “‘clink, clink, clank,""as they climbed the bank In the starlit, shadowy gloaming. And on through the pastures back we came Where the cricket's rasping shrillness Sprang up from the roots of the ribbon-grass And dinned in the twilight stillness ; But the jangling cow-bells drowned his cry With discords harsh as they hurried b Cling, clang, clong,” as they swayed along With the bats and the night-hawks o'er them, And "cling, clang, clang.” how the music rang Ti F As they surged by the bars before them. (Zig And there, as I raised the rough-hewn poles IN THE THOUSAND-FOOT LEVEL. Anind ished them into their socket, Mie-owner’s DAUGHTER —" Have you any fault to find with the way ‘nd lazily sat on the old rail fence you're treated?” \vith bands thrust deep in'my pockets, Tuirsty DAN —" Oj doan’ know, ma'am. Sure, Oi ain't been threated I listened still for a straying note, Ea thie enone \ And whiles from the dusk would softly float . “Co-link,” and then through the maze again, In the hush of the summer weather, “ Co-lank "—'twas all, and in God's far hall ‘The star-choirs sang together. kenwest M'GAPFEY. WASN'T SWELL ENOUGH. +4 ]5 Mrs. van Perkins de Swell here?” asked the newly-arrived spirit. “No,” replied St. Peter. “She arrived just in time to see her seamstress enter, and she left in a huff.” SOUR GRAPES, HE lover who lost her by being a slow body, Who imagined that nothing their passion could squelch ; It's easy for him to proclaim her a nobody The moment that she’s Mrs. Somebody Else. LOOK AT THAT, NOW! WHAT killed Highflyer, the parachut- “ He took a drop too much.” A DIFFICULTY OVERCOME. Hertzrercer (after the betrothal) —* Yoosd Miss Gocnerexicsee Tasnta tated cTeeaal” tbe AAG AE Mes Bs CONDENSED CORRESPONDENCE. EmtoR —: Sir—I have just tossed off the inclosed. Yours respect- P. REMBRANDT, ESQ.: Sir—Quite a coincidence. So have I. Yours fully, P, Rempranpr. respectfully, Epitor —. comicbooks.com