Lines to my Bed.

Observer, Volume 9, Issue 529, 9 February 1889, Page 17

Lines to my Bed.

by v. .]. burette, in Brooklyn Eagle. I am not fickle, good old bed o£ varzQ ; I am not changeful in my honest love ; Absent from thee, for thy embrace I pine : Warmer thy bosom than the brooding dove. My heart is never cold, old bed to thee, As oft thy snowy sheets have been to me. What though I linger when the night is new, And loiter when the starry hours wane And midnight pauses ore I come to you, Throbs thy white breast with any counterpane ? Too oft I am a truant from tho nest, Which oft my weary head with joy had pressed. But, when the rosy-fingered hours of dawn Touch with prismatic colours all the sky — Oh. how I love thee ! When the night is gone How sweet upon thy restful heart to lie. Ar:dr.ap and cloze and snooze till, pe.il on peal, Rings the third bell for morning's cheery meal. Ah. then, how can I leave thee, graz-ions bed? Health', peace, and quiet rest I find in thee ; Wrath and defiance hurl I at the he-id 1 That would pronounce divorce 'twixt thee and me ; My love for thee, cold as the stars at night, l>urns like the August snn at morning's light.

— Mrs Ethereal Brown (languidly) — * I beg - :n the rest cure treatment, next week, yo l * know, my dear.' Mr Ethereal Brown — ' Yes, 1 remember you were saying- something 1 about it.' Mrs Ethereal Brown — ' And none too soon, as Di\ Aristarehus says. Why the mere exertion to-day of being 1 iitted for the ten tea gowns I shall need lias completely exhausted me.' — Uncle Kufus (to visiting young 1 niece from town)—' Xow, Arabella, if you will put on your hat we'll take a run over the farm. I'll show you the nicest young 1 calves and sheep and the cutest little soat — -' Youthful niece (disdainfully) — ' I don't care about any of those, Uncle Rufus. Haven't you any nice French kids on the farm ?' — Mr Hoffman Howes—' What's the matter, Howy ; you look distwessed ?' ilr Ho well Gibbon— 'Distwessad? I'm in despair. The beautiful Miss Footlights is married ! Just think of it, after all the money I've ' Sir Hoffman Howes—' Sh ! Don't cufc up so awfully, deah boy. She married an aetaw, ye know. Just wait six months or a year, until they divorce.'