NEWSPAPER VERSE.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLII, Issue 9, 11 January 1908, Page 2

NEWSPAPER VERSE.

OULD DOCTOR MA'GINN.

""The ould doctor had only wan fait-.

It stayed with him, faitfo, tM *» died; . • , And that was the habit of w_earin His darby a thrifie wan sicie! .And twenty times daily 'twas straighttened, ! Tsy tryas he would dk>r -a yeat:-, .^Not thinkin' he'd give it a teether A trifle dow*i over wan earl It sat him lop-sided and aisy; It throubled his kith and hisJkin— But ach, 'twas the only thingjew>oked About oar -ouia Doctor =Ma Umn I And now that he's gone to his GloryExcuse me, a bit a* a tear— Here's tw«tty to wan that his halo Is slantln" sdown over his e&r! —Arthur Steinger, in Smart Set, NEEDIffIS AND SERVES. . /"Placidity, restfulness, patience, "belongs to the plier Of the needle ; 'there is nothing like it m a nerveaoother."—ffhe Ladyj] When Mother marks the haughty pose ■ . ' ■ Of Mary Jane, she simply sews; And household hitches , Are swallowed up in satin-stitches. "When Father finds the Fates malign, And almost is induced to dine ©n prussio acid, He tjrochets till his mind is placid. "When Auntie suffers from the sting Of ispinsterhood, or anything -That i once annoyed her, She aow~commences to embroider. And when I miss a two-inch putt, I don't observe, "Oh it," but, Ere I have said it, I take a needle out and thread it. —Punch. a gooiTsmoke, fi^en the old cigar-box, get me a ■Cuba stout, For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out. "W* quarrelled about Havanas—we fought o'er a good cheroot, _ Anfl I know she is exacting, and she says I am a brute. C^ten the old cigar-box—let me con- ■ sider a space, In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing Maggie's face. __ Maggie is pretty to look at—Maggie s a loving lass. . Bat the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass. For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between fKie wee little whimperingjjove and the great; god Nick o Teen. And I have been servant of Love tor barely a twelvemonth clear, Brit I have been Priest of Partagas a matter of sefen year; And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery «gW; s _ <« stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and •:'".;'.Fight/-— -■■; ■;■■ _"■ ■■' ■' ' \ '■. And I turn miy eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove, But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love. Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the j mire? ~ , ' j&nce a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire? Open the old cigar-box—let me consider anew — j" .- 4ffl friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you? A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke. LEAP YEAR, 1908. Thrice welcome to the New-born Year! . . ,-■ Pregnant with gracious offspring may she be, And smile, away our oft-presaging fear That more of good than ill we may be called to see* JV. iesear horizon we would of thee crave—' No sulphurous clouds to gorge the thunderblast. Ttiat carries consternation to the braVe, ." ' , And'strikes the timorous speechless and aghast. >- "Through peaceful waters let our fleet j - ships glide, • , ; I Bearrng rich freights like argosies ' . of old: Guard them between Charybdis' aWful tide, And from , fell Scylla's foul embracing hold. Enough of failure and discord we know; ■ * -'■ -' ■ '.• ■ .-■ ' ' Let this New Year a fairy legend • .. tern '■ ■ ■ ■■■••■ -■ ; That shall make every human heart - aglow And all our hopes into fruition swell. Ye comely Virgins, continent tho' warm, Ye need mo more- your hidden chambers guard; For he, your hero, comes along to charm And force the secrets of your inner ward. ' 'Tis Leap Year, and Dan Cupid yields the key To your deft hands which stony hearts _ unlocks; Be not abashed, but boldly seize your prey, And set him helpless, in your loving stocks. Engage him in your soft and sinuous arms, And feel, ye twain, the transports of desires; Nor be afraid and cherish false .alarms, For sure the Holy Church smiles kindly on your fires. And if this crazy world perchance capsize, Be prudent now —all offered pleasures seize; . )n nuptial love be wafted to the skies, And upwards soar on the transporting breeze. If not a husband you must win a dress, For who rejects must sure a forfeit pay; And tho' no doubt you'd rathor His caress, His gift will still your tempting charms display. Convention never mind, 'tis dead this year ; Your fate's your own by a prescriptive^ right; "The way is open and your duty s clear— . j This year for every maid a happy j bridal night. | W. M. Stenhouse, in Dune'din Star, I Job Printing, any style or color, at .^Express Office.