GERTY'S GLOVE.

He could not know in Pimlico,

As little she in Seville,

That I should reel upon that peel,
And wish them at the devil!

A glove but lately dofft, for look

It keeps the happy shape it took

Warm from her touch! What gave the glow?

And where's the mould that shaped it so?

A TERRIBLE INFANT.

It clasp'd the hand, so pure, so sleek,
Where Gerty rests a pensive cheek,

The hand that when the light wind stirs,
Reproves those laughing locks of hers.

You fingers four, you little thumb!
Were I but yo în days to come

I'd clasp, and kiss, and keep her―go!
And tell her that I told you so.

I

A TERRIBLE INFANT.

RECOLLECT a nurse called Ann,

Who carried me about the grass,
And one fine day a fine young man

Came up and kissed the pretty lass.

She did not make the least objection!

Thinks I, 66

Aha!

When I can talk I'll tell mamma.”

-And that's my earliest recollection.

CALVERLEY.

The yellow leaves flee from the oak

I have lost it forever, my splendid

Original joke.

What was it? I know I was brushing
My hair when the notion occurred:

I know that I felt myself blushing

As I thought "How supremely absurd!