Judge — May 25, 1895 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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BETTER THAN ROCKS HELEN ( fensively)—‘* I'm afraid you'll find your idol is made of common clay.” Erne (cheer fully)—"* | hope so ; for then I can mould him into a conjugal brick.” “Wl BATED BREATH.” SWEET comrade, let me whisper thee. (I daur-na speak it bauld and free In this chill day o' fickle fashion— Bethink thee o' the season, dear, The tender babehood o” the year, And buddin'-time o' simmer’s passion.) ‘This blessed marn, whiles in the wood. Nae mair'n a pace frae whare I stood I caught twa wee blue een a-peepin’ Frae ‘neath the scrimpet shelt’rin’ eaves co" wattles frail and tattered leaves, The whole wi’ dewy tears a-dreepin’. I knew the precious bittie thing Bore tidings o' the early spring, And wonnered why she kept in hiding — Till suddenly remembered I ‘The heartless gibe—the parody— ‘That's aye the holiest themes deriding. T stooped and saftly whispered, ‘ Dear, ‘Thou seest a friend, and need-na fear He'll e’er profane sae chaste a duty. If science marvels at thy form, And art is envious o' thy charm— Shall man grow merry o'er thy beauty 2" I gently brushed the screen away And bared her to the light o' day ; Syne wooed her frae her dotin’ mither And placed her cuddlin’ neist my heart — Ah, that sic frien’s sud ever part ! ‘And sae we quit the wood thegither. T tauld her as we gaed alang I wad-na bruit it to the thre g, Whare ilka crambo-jingle poet Wad drone the tale in dismal rhymes And mak me grieve a hunder times I'd ever let the birkies know it But warst of a the pens I fear Are those tipt wi’ the ready sneer For a’ that’s pure an’ sweet an’ holy. Wi such, the dearest and the best Are made to serve the ribald jest, For man's caprice or woman's folly. And sae, wi’ bated breath I say— “Tis just ane year ago the-day We pramised each to lo'e and cherish. And tho’ men mock our faith to scorn, New springs wi violets unborn Will bloom in cycles ere it perish ! 333 JUDGMENTS. EOPLE who live in flat houses mustn't throw stones. Ninety-nine and one-half times out of one hundred. great criminals are great fools. Children, from their very innocence, are merciless to ‘one another in their injuries and their taunts. A yielding nature, like cloth cut bias, adjusts itself gracefully, but won't do to tack to for a“ stay.” A woman that is all sweetness, like the French- man's “‘eau-sucre,” would be a little more palatable to the average taste, as well as more refreshing, if slightly flavored with tartaric acid. MADELINK oRVIS, END OF MR. JACKSON'S HONEYMOON. Mrs. JACKSON —**'Rastus, deah, does yo’ b'liebe in de survival ob de fittist 7” MR. Jackson —* Suttinly, love ; suttinly.” Mrs. Jacksos Wa-al , den, yo" bettah git yo’ life insured ter- ESTABLISHING DIVORCE GROUNDS AT BLACKVILLE BEACH. Mrs. Stronc (jealously)—" Dat husban’ o' marn am carryin’ on mahty s‘pishus laik wid dat brazen Tilly Snow, an’ I'se jes’ gwine toe see — —mhad’s op 11 comicbooks.com