TIME AND BEAUTY.

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 337, 23 May 1885, Page 18

TIME AND BEAUTY.

Time met Beauty one day in her garden' Where roses were blooming" fair ;*_ ..Time and Beauty were never good friends^ f . So^slie wondered what brought hinTutherp. Poor Beauty exclaimed, with her prettiest air, I request, Father Time, my sweet roses you'll spare, - - ■-; •: - . '. *• For time was going to mow them all down : While Beauty exclaimed, with her killingest frown, 'Oh fie, Father Time! . . . ' Well,' said Time, ' at least let me gather A few of your roses here ; It is part my pride to be always supplied With such roses the whole of the year.' Poor Beauty consented, tho' half in despair, Arid Time, as' he passed, begged a lock of her hair : And, and he stole the soft ringlet so bright, He vowed 'twas for love, but she knew 'twas for spite — Oh fie, Father Time ! Time went on and left Beauty in tears — He's a tell-tale the world well knows : So he boasted to all of the fair lady's fall, And showed the lost ringlet and rose. So vexed was poor Beauty to find her fair fame Was ruined, though she was in no-wise to blame, That she dropped like some flower that's plucked from it's clime, And her friends all mysteriously said, llt is time. Oh fie! Father Time! Visitor : I think Aurora would be a very expressive name for the little angel. Young Father Qtvho is reading the paper) : Yes, Aurora would do, because he was a roarer all last night. But unfortunately that is a girl's name, and the little beggar happens to be a boy. Visitor : Oh, it's a boy, is it ? What are you going to name him Young Father : I am going to call him Albert Edward because he is the Prince of Wales, and he's prematurely bawled. 1 Please, mann, ma sent me over to borrow your wash-boiler.' 'My wash-boiler ! Why, your mother has my wash-boiler now, and I was just vrondering why she didn't send it home.' 4ls that so ? We thought that it was Mrs Jones's boiler all the time. Any way a milk waggon run over it this morning and busted the bottom all loose, and ma said I would have to skirmish around and borrow another. ' Mamma — ' Johnny, where are those ugly green lollies, they will make you sick and die if you eat them/ Johnny — 'No, Mama, I did not eat them, but I gave Baby Brother heaps of them. If he don't die soon, I guess I can stand them.' Mama in hysterics xolieti we %oent to press.