Judge — 1891 — page 41: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE'S ANNUAL. A NIGHT AT THE OLD HOMESTEAD. NGER—" Haow d’jer sleep, Nathaniel?” Nat—"'Pretty well; but [ think grandmother made a mistake and put cobs instead of husks into that mattress.” par Miss Haskiys—" Do Mr. Cray—"' Ya-as, YEARS AGO. 1 once was young, ah me! ali me! Lam not old—and yet, and yet, How long ago it used to be ! Would that sometimes one might forget, And when its far-off glory seems When life was young how that sweet-time So like the heaven of my dreams, Made wrinkles and gray hairs a crime. And palsied memory in vain Now, like a newly-kindled fire, Persuades me of my youth again, If love leaps up with fresh desire, Time shakes his hour-glass in my fa Whets his old scythe with solemn grace, And whispers me in accents lov **Son, that was years ago, Long years and years ago, ‘Time bends him down with rude grimace, Blows the cold ashes in my face And chuckles while the cinders glow, **Son, that was years ago, sand years ago.” IN A TROY CEMETERY. R—* Fine monument you've got there, si "Yes: that’s ia memory of my pet game-cock.” Who's the little stone for ?” Crrizen—'* I ain't dead sure, but T believe one of my wives occupies that locality.” Miss Epcrcomme—'' Do you remember what Dolly Farren had on, Tom ?”" Her protiter—" No; couldn't make out whether it was a love-affair with Jenson or just a flirtation with me.” comicbooks.com