Even the little fishes-ah, as their
bright fins glistened in the sunlight-ah, gathered round to say as
best they could, fare-ye-well Brother Watkins-ah.
I was slowly passing up the hill meditating-ah on the sad
vicissitudes of life-ah, when out bounded a big hog from the fence
corner-ah with an a-boo a-boo and I came to the ground-ah, with my
saddle bags-ah by my side-ah, and as the old mare ran up the hill-ah,
she waved her tail back at me-ah seemingly to say-ah, fare-ye-well
Brother Watkins-ah.
LOGIC.
ANONYMOUS.
I. HER RESPECTABLE PAPA'S.
"My dear, be sensible! Upon my word,
This--for a woman even--is absurd.
His income's not a hundred pounds, I know.
He's not worth loving."--"But I love him so."
II. HER MOTHER'S.
"You silly child, he is well made and tall;
But looks are far from being all in all.
His social standing's low, his family's low.
He's not worth loving."--"And I love him so."
III. HER ETERNAL FRIEND'S.
"Is that he picking up the fallen fan?
My dear! he's such an awkward, ugly man!
You must be certain, pet, to answer 'No.'
He's not worth loving."--" And I love him so.
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