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a) A WISH REALIZED. Mrs. STxonGMIND—"* Nothing seems so desirable to me ion of woman. as the immediate ele Mrs, Sorosis — raise ourselves; no man can bring it about.” HER ACCEPTANCE, Isabel (in a tantalizing mood) —“ But if 1 should marry you, think of all the things I should have to do! I should have to be good all the time.” The handsome young minister—"As if you could be any better!” Tsabel —* And that isn’t all. 1 should have to go to church regularly.” The handsome young minister Isabel —* Twice a day, perhaps? The handsome young minister —* Perhaps, occasionally.” Isabel —" And | should have to teach a Sun- day-school class.” Handsome young minister —* sarily.” Jsabel —" Ob, 1 should. And sing in the choir, And be president of the sewing-society.” The handsome young minister (gravely)—" 1 had hoped that, if you cared for me, such duties as might present themselves to you as my wife might—might ” Fsabel —" And stand ready any time to play the organ at Sunday-school and prayer-meet- ings hope so.” Not neces- The handsome young minister (sadly) — had hoped “— VERDANT, What Farmer Johns imagines a chicken lobster ,ooks like, Suape GREATER NEW YORK. Yet here's a city worth the best— Worth any brave and buoyant name That history may hand down to fame. Meanwhile we citizens may please To call ourselves Manhattanese ; To laud ourselves and to defy Our rivals under any sky. London is bigger in its bog. But does not seem so through a fog ; Paris is mighty. yet our town Will mark the Gallic centre down ; Berlin, St. Petersburg, et al, They show small in our carnival. As to Chicago—live, let li Our western sister may forgive Our unction and our jubilee, As honest patriots will agree. Remark one fact—we grow all ways ! Northward and southward, west and east, And one way more—by no means least— Skyward and starward, Later days Shall find our hurrying. skurrying crowds Communing somewhere in the clouds. quite agree with you, but we must ry @) A WISH REALIZED. But just then they were elevated, and a horrid man accomplished it. Isabel —" And visit all the poor of the congregation, and the lame and the halt and the blind "— The handsome young méntster (distantly) —"I have deceived myself with the belief that you might n such responsi distasteful. 1°— Isabel (ruth- lessly) —" And get up tableaux for all the sociables; and Christmas — canta- tas.” The handsome young minister (ris- ing) —"1 am very sotry that 1" ow HAT’S ina name?" Vou know the rest ; GEORGE EDGAR MONTGOMERY. AN ALI.-ROUND RATTLER, At rattlin’ bones I guess yo’ won't Find mah superiah ef yo’ hunt. An’ talkin’ huntin’, let me state Dat dis yer coon shoots craps fus'rate ! Isabel —"* And temperance bands of hope among the children, and concerts in aid of the South-sea-island heathen.” The handsome young minister (pale and rigid) — I regret extremely that I have forced you to the inconvenience of explaining your ob- jections so fully. I will bid you "— Isabel —* Wait a minute.” The handsome young minister —* Will bid you good-morning.” Isabel —" No, you won't. 1 hadn't finished. I was going to say that if you'll let me take a course of instruction at a gymnasium °—— The handsome young minister—"* What?’ Jsabel —And buy me some dumb-bells and parallel-bars and Indian-clubs and a punching- bag—so that I can get into fit condition to under- take it all, you know "—— > The handsome young minister —"1 don't understand “—— Jsabel (with her arms around his neck)— “And give me Thursday afternoons off, and every other Sunday, why, I—I'll be awfully pleased, dear, to marry you!" EMMA A. OFFER, FASTIDIOUS. TRaTE GENTLEMAN — “I'm going to give you a sound kicking, you worthless scoundrel !” Fravep Francis —" Be kind enough to wipe the mud off your shoes afore you begin.” comicbooks.com