Judge — 1891 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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He spied a youth and winsome maid, ‘A winsome maid, a winsome maid ; Alone they trod the rimy sod Unwarned and not afraid. ‘They did not hear when Love drew near ; His step how could they know ? No pause made he—ah me! ah me! He bent his good cross-bow. A. flame-tipped dart with rainbow 1g ! a cruel thing ! With smiling haste in rest he placed And fitted to the string. Oh, fatal day ! What hand can stay Love's keen, unerring dart ? im was true ; the arrow flew ‘And pierced them to the heart. So deep the shaft had cleft its way— b, well a-day ! ah, well a-day! ‘The maid and youth became, in sooth, The gentle archer's prey. ‘A vanquished pair, his chain to wear ; Right willing captives they, With ready feet to follow fleet Where Love should lead the way. Miss Setox—' Why, where are Mn. SOLLBY—{enjoying his first in her life.” JUDGE'S ANNUAL. A GOOD SHOT. Young 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 com- mand, They since that day their devious way Have journeyed hand in hand, Sometimes he leads through flowery meads Where rippling waters flow ; But everywhere, or storm or fair, Love bears his good cross-bow. Tt matters not if clouds appear When Love is near, when Love is near, ‘They press along with happy song ‘And now and then a tear, Some sterms may beat about their feet, They cling the closer then ; Nor can they think their feet would shrink ‘To tread the path again. In sun or sleet, through summer's heat, Or wintry weather, or wintry weather ; Whate'er betide the world beside, ‘These three fare on together. With swelling hope upon life's slope ‘They face the western glow, And smile at time, while Love, the rogue! Still bears his good cross-bow. LOUISA J. GIRSOM, FROM FRYING-PAN TO FIRE. Miss Haypon—“ Miss Palmer, I must ask you to explain yourself. I understand you told Mrs. Palmer that my brother George was the black sheep of the family.” Miss PaLmer—“ My dear Miss Haydon, it was merely a slip of the tongue, I assure you. I meant to say white sheep.” A TIMELY WARNING. Cumso (running in excitedly)—“ Haven't you a balance at the ‘steenth national?” Fancte—“ Yes. What's the matter?” Cumso— Draw it out right away!"”. Fancte—“ What's up?” Cumso—“I heard the cashier promise a young lady to attend a charity bazar to-night!" A LOST ANATHEMA. Mrs. GiLLooLy (aside)—"' She'll hear pfwhat Oi t'ink av her now. Oi see her eye at th’ kay-hole. (Very /oud)—Av all th’ phryin’, mischeevous, gallywhanglin’ ould shpit-cats Oi iver seen, Missus Cornalius Shaughnessy av wan hundry an’ thorty- foorst shtreet an’ th’ railroad is the woorst !"" iid, i HY il lie A BREAK IN THE DANCE. going, Uncle Peldiah?” inciers)—"" I'm startin’ fer that little yaller-headed gal's p'sition, but I don't bilieve she ever played puss-’n-th’-corner afore comicbooks.com