"Suppose you try! I won't tell. You're afraid to! Oh! you're afraid they would think it was mean! Well, then, there's the album: that's pretty, if you're sure that your fingers are clean. For sister says sometimes I daub it; but she only says that when she's cross. There's her picture. You know it? It's like her; but she ain't as good-looking, of course. "This is ME. It's the best of 'em all. you'd never have thought Now, tell me, That once I was little as that? It's the only one that could be bought; For that was the message to pa from the photographman where I sat,— That he wouldn't print off any more, till he first got his money for that. "What? Maybe you're tired of waiting. Why, often she's longer than this. There's all her back hair to do up, and all of her front curls to friz. But it's nice to be sitting here talking like grown people, just you and me! Do you think you'll be coming here often? Oh, do! But don't come like Tom Lee,— "Tom Lee, her last beau. Why, my goodness! he used to be here day and night, Till the folks thought he'd be her husband; and Jack says that gave him a fright You won't run away then, as he did? for you're not a rich man, they say. Pa says you're poor as a church-mouse. Now, are you, and how poor are they? Ain't you glad that you met me? Well, I am; for I know now your hair isn't red; "But what there is left of it's mousy, and not what that naughty Jack said. But there! I must go: sister's coming! But I wish I could wait, just to see If she ran up to you, and kissed you, in the way she used to kiss Lee." BILLY GRIMES, THE DROVER. "You must not go, my daughter dear, I wonder where your pride has gone, "Old Grimes is dead, you know, mamma, And Billy is so lonely; Besides, they say, to Grimes' estate, That Billy is the only Surviving heir to all that's left; And that they say is nearly A good ten thousand dollars, ma- "I did not hear, my daughter dear, And no doubt loves you dearly; THROUGH THE TUNNEL. Riding up from Bangor, Tall, and fine, and swell. Empty seat behind him, Now the train doth glide, Enter aged couple, Take the hinder seat. Enter gentle maiden, Beautiful, petite. Blushingly she falters, "Is this seat engaged?" (See the aged couple Sees her ticket's "through, Thinks what he might do. So they sit and chatter, Happy "student fellow" "Does it hurt you much?" Out into the daylight Darts the "Eastern" train; Student's beaver ruffled Just the merest grain; And there soon appeared Cunning little earring Caught in student's beard. SURLY TIM'S TROUBLE.. It so happened that passing one night, and glancing in among the graves and marble monuments, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting upon a little mound and resting its head upon its hands, and I recognized the muscular outline of the man, called by his fellow-workmen, Surly Tim. He did not see me at first, but as I half turned away, he lifted his head and saw me standing in the bright, clear moonlight. "Who's theer?" he said. "Dos't ta want owt ?” "It is only I. What is the matter, old fellow? I thought I heard you groan just now." "Yo mought ha done, Mester. Happen tha did. I dunnot know mysen. Nowts th' matter, though, as I knows on, on'y I'm a bit out o' soarts." He turned his head aside slightly and began to pull at the blades of grass on the mound, and all at once, I saw that his hand was trembling nervously. "That un belongs to me," he said, suddenly, at last, pointing to a longer mound at his feet. “An' this little un. A little lad o' mine-a little lad o' mine an' an' his mother." 46 'What!" I exclaimed, "I never knew that you were a married man, Tim." "Th' law says I beant, Mester," he answered, in a painful, strained fashion. "I canna tell mysen what God-a'-moighty 'ud say about it." "I don't understand," I faltered. "You don't · mean to say the poor girl never was your wife?" "That's what th' law says; I thowt different mysen, an' so did th' poor lass. That's what's the matter, Mester; that's th' trouble. "It wor welly about six years ago I cumn here," he said; "more or less, welly about six years. I wor a quiet chap then, Mester, an' had na many friends, but I had more than I ha' now. Happen I wor better nater'd, but just as loike I wor loighter hearted—but that's nowt to do wi' it. "I had na been here more than a week when theer comes a young woman to moind a loom i' th' next |