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Vol. V.
Landlord Fill the Flowing - Bowl.
Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl,
Until it does run over,
Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl,
Until it does run over.
Chorus :
For to-night we’ll merry, merry be,
For to-night we’ll merry, merry le.
For to-night we’ll meiry, merry be, —
To-morrow we’ll get sober.
He that drinkfeth strong beer,
And goes to bed right mellow,
Lives as he ought to live,
And dies a hearty fellow.
, He that drinketh small beer,
And goes to bed sober,—
Falls as the leaves do fall,
That die in dull October.
Punch cures the gout,
The colic and phthisic;
■ So it is to all men
The best of physic.
He that courts a pretty girl,
And courts her for his pleasure,—
Is a knave unless he marries her
Without store or treasure.
So now let us dance and sing,
• And drive away all sorrow, —
For perhaps we may not
Meet again to-morrow.
Chorus :
For to-night we’ll merry, merry be,
For to-night we’ll merry, merry be,
For to-night we’ll merry, merry be, —
To-morrow we’ll get sober.
Knocked Them in Agaifei.
During the civil war Mr. Charles
Ness, of Searsmont, wa j a member
of a Maine regiment. While in the
south he had a bad fall, striking the
back of nis head heavily on the ground.
It left him partially blind and for
nearly twenty-five years he has been
in the same condition. While he could
see somewhat, yet he was unable to
read. Recently Mr. Ness fell while
carrying a pail of milk into the house
and struck the back of his head heavily
on the ice. Strange to say, his eye
sight has been restored and he can see
to read as well as before the first acci
dent. — Pittsfield Advertiser.
All of which reminds us of the old
nursery song:
There was a man in our town
And he was wondrous wise;
He jumped into a bramble bush
And scratched out both his eyes.
And when he found his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,
He jumped into another bush
And scratched them in again.
The Western & Atlantic is the only
line in the South running four through
passenger trains per day each way, from
one terminal to the other. It, there
fore, offers advantages over all other
lines for tourists going from
so the north and northeast.
A. humorous dare-devil—ttie very man to suit my purpose. bulweb.
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Billet Doux.
She was a winsome country lass,
So William, on a brief vacation,
More pleasantly the time to pass
Essayed flirtation;
And as they strolled in twilight dim,
While near the time for parting drew,
Asked if she’d like to have from him
A billet doux.
Os French this simple maid knew naught,
But, doubting not ’twas something nice,
Upon its meaning quickly thought;
Then in a trice
Upward she turned her pretty head,
Her rosy lips together she drew
For purpose plain, and coyly said:
“Yes, Billy, do!”
A minor consideration —She (tragic
ally) Take back tbe heart that thou
gavest me. He —Never mind the heart
—just fork over that diamond ring.
“Do you like your new mamma
Charlie?” was asked of a precocious
youngster of six. “No,” he said lof
tily, “I do not care for ladies’society.”
Dude (posing for a bold, bad man)
—“How does water taste, Miss Bel
asys?” Miss B. —“You don’t mean
to say the’ve brought you up all this
time on milk ?”
Miss Kajones —It’s all over between
Mr. Hankinson and me, Irene. Miss
Garlinghouse—Did you have a quarrel,
Laura? N-not exactly. He impudently
snatched a kiss the last time he called
—that is all. You resented the liberty,
of course. Certainly I did. And
didn’t he apologize properly? No?
He —he said it shouldn’t happen again.
ATLANTA, CA., MAY 15, 1890.
Young Mr. Scheinstein —Do you
dink dot marriage vas a vailure, Uncle
Moses? Uncle Moses —Off you make
money by marriage it vas as good as
a failure my boy.
It is no use telling you to look
pleasant, said the photographer to the
pretty young lady, for you cannot
look anything else. And his scheme
worked beautifully.
The Doctor: “I have wondered if it
be possible for there to be any lawyers
in heaven.” The Lawyer —“It really
is a pity to think that you shall never
be able to find out.”
New Reporter —“I don’t quite un
derstand your ideas about condensing.”
Editor —“Boil everything down. If
a woman gets scared by an elephant
say a mouse frightened her.”
Lady of the house —Did you kick
that poor dog to make him howl so?
Happy Buggins—No, marm; I would
n’t do a thing like that. 1 jest offered
him a piece of this pie you give me.
New boy (proudly) —“Aly pa’s a
agnostic. I heard him say so.” Boy
on the other side of the fence (envious
ly) —“My pa’s a good deal agnosticker
than yours, an I’ll bet I kin lick you ! ”
Admirer (to Boston slugger) —
“John, if you fight Pete Jackson what
rules will you insist on ? ” Boston slug
ger (defiantly) —“I’ll fight ’iniaccordin’
to any rules. It’s all one to me —Mar
kis o Queensberry, London prize ring,
or Maryland Legislator’, b’gosh.”
Because I Love You.
“I cannot brins you wealth,” she said:
“I cannot bring you fame or place
Among the noted of the race;
But I can love you,
“When trials come to test you, sweet,
I can be sunlight to your feet;
My kiss your precious lips shall greet,
Because I love you.
“When daylight dies along the West,
You will come home to me to rest,
And 1 shall sleep upon your breast,
Because I love you.
“If sickness comes, beside your bed,
I will bend low with quiet tread,
And pray God’s blessing on your head,
Because 1 love you.
“As dew clings to the violet,
Making the fragrant chalice wet,
So my life into yours is set,
Because I love you.
“Only myself, my all, 1 bring;
But count it, sweet, a precious thing
To give m/ life an offering,
Because I love you.
“I bow before no other shrine;
If I go first across death’s line
I will return to claim you mine,
Because I love you.”
—Sarah K. Bolton, in Home Journal.
Golden Light.
Oh the light that lies in a maiden’s eyes
As she meets the fervid glance of her lover,
Is brighter far than the gleams of the star
That shines in the darkness around her.
And the fleeting flush of the maiden’s blush,
The bloom of the rose defying,
' O’er her countenance flies as the maiden
sighs, , , , .
Like the dream of the zephyr dying.
I And the power to beguile in a maiden’s
smile
And the sound of her voire so thrilling,
Make a lover.crave to become her slave,
i Iler slightest behest fulfilling.
But the tuneful clink of a maiden’s chink
And the gleam of her gold so yellow
More than Cupid’s dart will touch the heart
Os the most unsusceptible fellow.
Yale Record.
A little corn on a maiden grew,
Listen to my wail of toe,
Caused by the pinch of a too tight shoe,
Instead of a three a number two,
i it grew, it grew,
' Listen to my wail of toe;
As time went on (as time will do),
Listen to my wail of toe;
she corn waxed red—the maiden blue,
I'was ten limes worse than the grip (ker
chew)
Tootrue! Tootrue!
Listen to my wail of toe;
She had a seat in the end of the pew,
Listen to my wail of toe;
And a man with another seat in view
Put his cowhide boot on her kangaroo,
Oh, whew! Oh, whew!
Listen to my wail of toe!
—Augusta Evening News.
As you go over the W. & A. ask
the conductor to show you the great
“horse-shoe bend,”
NO. 10.