You cannot be much interested, and I should n't tell if you were.

It rains an indefinite time, and when the commotion is done

We hurry in search of our party to find them decidedly gone.

'T is only six miles, and the evening is starlight and pleasant and warm.

So just as the clock strikes eleven we once more appear at the farm.

Such lectures! such questions! such dosings! Why never in serious ills

Have I swallowed such loathsome decoctions of cubebs and spearmint and squills. -

Well, she wears a ring that she did n't, the druggist walks gloomy apart,

And I have two sweet little pictures, and one is inframed in my heart.

C. A. M.