RAILROAD RHYME. SINGING through the forests, Rattling over ridges; Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges; Whizzing through the mountains, Men of different "stations' Gentleman in shorts, Talking very small; Gentleman quite old, Stranger on the right Looking very sunny, Obviously reading Something rather funny. Now the smiles are thicker, Wonder what they mean! Faith, he's got the KnickerBocker Magazine! Stranger on the left Closing up his peepers; Now he snores amain, Like the Seven Sleepers; At his feet a volume Gives the explanation, How the man grew stupid From "Association.' I loved I loved my Cousin Bess, The rose of womankind now! By many a mad adorer. Will be my happy duty. And be my bliss of blisses, THE MARRIAGE KNOT. I KNOW a bright and beauteous May, But if she loves, or will some day, She sings the songs I write for her, About a country maid. The hour when I its burden hear "O stay not long, but come, my dear, And knit our marriage knot!" It is about a country maid- |