Life — September 20, 1883 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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

THE DIFFERENCE, Horn oF PLenty, PLenty or Horn, PANTOUM. IN AUGUST, RIGHT shines the sun overhead, (Hear the wind rustle the trees !) Mid-summer clovers are red, Tempting to pilfering bees. Hear the wind rustle the trees, Running in waves through the corn, Tempting to pilfering bees. Brilliant and fair is the morn. Running in waves through the corn, Bending its loftiest plume, Brilliant and fair is the morn, Scented with flow’ry perfume. Bending its loftiest plume, What does it hear in the air, Scented with flow’ry perfume, Tossing the curls in her hair? What does it hear in the air? What can it see in her eyes? Tossing the curls in her hair, Polly looks up in surprise. What can it see in her eyes? “ Darling, I love you,” I say. Polly looks up in surprise,— What do her glances betray ? “Darling, I love you,” I say, Drawing her close to my breast. What do her glances betray ? Only the leaves know the rest. Drawing her close to my breast, (Bright shines the sun overhead,) Only the leaves know the rest. Mid-summer clovers are red. H. L. SATTERLEE. Aw English cattle-dealer, who also acted in the réle of local preacher, gave a sermon on the text: “Sorrowing most of all for the words that he spake, that they should see his face no more; and they accompanied him unto the ship.” A few days later he absconded leaving behind him heavy debts and sorrowing creditors. This was practising ‘what he preached, to the extent of a practical joke. comicbooks.com