BRUSH AND HIS BRIDE.

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1634, 23 December 1882, Page 3 (Supplement)

BRUSH AND HIS BRIDE.

By Chables Turner.

was Angelo Vandyko Brush, With a taste for the arts, " and that," His complexion was fair, he wore very long hair, Which served him in lieu of a hat. This curious head-gear stood upon end, Above an albata brow,

His cedar " smalls" were as new a cut, As you'll get at a paint-shop now. He loved Palettene, an enticing syren, (Not always serene to him), She was apt to annoy, being wayward, and coy, She'd a dark oval face, and was' slim. She had only one eye, and that never would close, "While you'll see (by the picture) the style of her nose.

'He'd purchase rich tinctures from Rathbone- - place, He'd dress her in pearl and gold, Or decipher in green, or.aureolin, There was nothing too dear that they sold. Crying. " hang the expense, she's my idol, my queen,', 1 ' , „ , , One \d*y"'fie' /sighed, "marry me sweet Palet- > tene^ ■ ' ' .' -' '-

Then Palettene blushed a mahogany tone, And whispered " dear Brushy, I'm thine ;" I feel that none other, is more like a brother, (At the same time I'm glad you're not mine.") This latter remark was suggested you'll see By marital law, re con san guinttee. "But mind if consenting, I yield to your suit, You must prove me as knights did of old, That you're worthy and true, or as some say " true blue," Tho' I liko not a love that's too cold. If you're really so " gone," you'll not think it too much, To take me out, when you go sketching " and such?" ( " There'll be some little hardships of course, to endure, If your life is devoted to me ; Study early and late, when you've me for a mate,"

And must take nothing stronger than tea. _ Unless in wet weather you're studying nature, You might then he allowed just a " taste of the crature." My dearest duenna, I'll stump to Gehenna, Or walk from Beersheba to Dan, Reading Buskins' critiques, on my head, for six weeks, (If you like to come with me you can). But there's one of your items I notice with pain. Which, if urged, I shall // eqmnthj sketch in the rain. * * * * * Well, the wedding-day came, and a goodly array Of relations, the pageant to view ;

Mr. Mahlstick, so tall, arm in arm with Oxgall, Madder Brown, with Miss Indigo blue. Then the primary trio, Chrome, Azure, and Red," While Sir Chinese Whyte followed, with Sugar of lead. . . Then the breakfast was served in a sumptuous style, The menu, recherche' and rare ; Fried water megilp, linseed oil, a la mode, Dished up in best porcelain ware. Fine No. 2 (crayon) formed No. 2 course, With some Harding's lead tablets, in turpentine sauce. The fun and hilarity festivoly ran, When Mahlstick arose to propose The health of the pair, in whose honour they'd met, They all cried hear, hear, to a man. Excepting the ladies ! and they looked so sweetly, As to nearly upset the oration completely. "I am quite unaccustomed to speaking" he said, But on such an occasion as this, A few woids in regard to the bride, and her "pard," I am sure won't be taken atniss. We've known 'em from pine or mahogany-hood, And if wo can't speak well of 'em, D — ash it, who should ?" So now charge your porcelain, (No heel taps you know) And pledgo the fond couple in oil, With a hip, hip, hurray, May they live till they're grey, To them we will ever be loyal. Here they drank the first toast, I may mention betwixt You and I, hours later Found some of them " mixed." Hear, Hear, they all cried, Mr. Brush and his bride, May their two shadows never grow less, While, as years go by, May some sweet progeny, Rise up, their old ages to bless, And prove themselvos worthy, true, pure, and unique, And ever steer clear of unfriendly critique. So thus they were wed, Then as time wore along, (And it waited for nobody yet), Little strangers appeared, And successfully reared — Here's the latest one, Ain't he a pet ?