Life — December 26, 1889 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

WHAT SHALL I CALL MY LOVE? F there be truth in ancient saws, It surely would be meet ‘That I should call my love * Revenge"— They say Revenge is sweet. Or I might name her ** Conscience,” who Makes cowards of us all; Or her that teaches more than books} ‘* Experience” I might call. “Economy” is wealth, they say— She's wealth enough for me; ** Consistency’s " a jewel, and A jewel, too, is she. Or "* Knowledge” wodld be apt and true, For that is power I wis Yet might I dub her * Ignerance "— For Ignorance is bliss. And, yet again, she drives us mad, So '' Learning" would befit. And she'd do grace to *' Brevity,” For she's the soul of wit, But when before her virgin charms My suppliant knee is bent, I'd like to call her ** Silence "— for T ‘is Silence gives consent. And ‘f in these triumphant arms I hold the winsome elf, T'll call her ‘* History,” in the hope ‘That she'll repeat herself. Wilson K. Welsh, comicbooks.com