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A SERENADE.

i. Float thy harmonies above, Susan's lattice stands ajar ; Soft as lady's silken glove, Strum thy sweetest, old guitar. Sound the melting notes of love, Faint as distant bell-birds are ; Rise, my_ joy, my love, my dove, And hie we to the Registrar. 11. Fair is the lily, fair the rose, But thou than they art fairer far ; No Grecian maid has straighter nose, Nor Hebe eyes that softer are. Those round limbs snatch from sweet repose, Descend my young May-moon, my star ; Think not of jewels, hair pins, clothes, But hie we to the Registrar. in. What carest thou for gay parade, Of maids or cake, that trifles are, Or sacerdotal masquerade (The devil take this old guitar!), Or pompous bridal cavalcade, Or soft, luxurious Pulman car ? These be not love, O dearest maid, Then hie we to the Registrar. rv. Some prim and foolish folks there be Who think the priest can make or aiar, Such fables move nor thee nor me, (I've caught, I'm Bure, a bad catarrh I) For thou lov'st me and I love thee, And B N.Z's are over par ; Why, therefore, fairest tair, should we . Not hie us to the Registrar ? v. Thy pa may fume, thy ma may fret, Thy'spiteful sisters spit and spar, Thy brothers twain their teeth may set, And swear our nuptial rites to bar ; Ah, sweetest sweet, they quite forget How all is fair in love and war. Arise and we'll befool them yet, And hie us to the Registrar. VI. And we will live in rosy bowers Forgetful of the calendar, With kisses we will mete the hours, And know nor care, nor fret, nor iar, Like humming birds we'll feast on flowers, (The deuce-! there goes my last cigar !) No bliss on earth will equal ours, TL-en hie we to the Registrar.

— A small boy required to write a sentence containing the word "hominy," produced the following :— " Hominy marbles have you ? "

advtcb to Mothmis I— Are you broken In your teat by a sick child suffering with the pain of cutting leeth ? Go at once to a chemist and get a bottle of Mrs Wimslow's Soothing Sybbtp. It will relieve the poor sufferer immediately. It ia perfectly harm.ess and pleasant to the taste ; it produoes natural •jwtet Bleep, by relieving the ohild from p*in; and the little cherub awakes "as bright as a button." It vjothes the child, it softens the gums, allays til -<am, relieves wind regulates the bowela, and it the i est known remedy for dysentery and diarrhoea ■vnethtr arising from teething or other causes. Mrs WtKstow'B Sootkutq Sybdp It isld by mcdi Mne-de&lert evervwfaer* at Is if* far befctte.*Awrg .

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Otago Witness, 31 August 1888, Page 29

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A SERENADE. Otago Witness, 31 August 1888, Page 29

A SERENADE. Otago Witness, 31 August 1888, Page 29

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