From her boudoir in the alders
Would peep a lynx-eyed thrush,
And we'd hear her say, in a furtive way,
To the noisy cricket, "Hush!"
To think that the curious creature
Should crane her neck to know
The various things one says and sings
In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo.

But the maples they should shield us
From the gossips of the place;
Nor should the sun, except by pun,
Profane the maiden's face;

And the girl should do the driving,
For a fellow can't, you know,

Unless he's neglectful of what's quite respectful
In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo.

Ah! sweet the hours of springtime,

When the heart inclines to woo,

And it's deemed all right for the callow wight To do what he wants to do;

But cruel the age of winter,

When the way of the world says no To the hoary men who would woo again

In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo!

In the Union Bank of London
Are forty pounds or more,

Which I'm like to spend, ere the month shall end,

In an antiquarian store;

But I'd give it all, and gladly,

If for an hour or so

I could feel the grace of a distant place,

Of Lover's Lane, Saint Jo.

Let us sit awhile, beloved,

And dream of the good old days,—
Of the kindly shade which the maples made
Round the stanch but squeaky chaise;

CRUMPETS AND TEA

With your head upon my shoulder,
And my arm about you so,
Though exiles, we shall seem to be
In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo.

CRUMPETS AND TEA

THERE are happenings in life that are destined to rise
Like dear, hallowed visions before a man's eyes;
And the passage of years shall not dim in the least
The glory and joy of our Sabbath-day feast,-

The Sabbath-day luncheon that's spread for us three,-
My worthy companions, Teresa and Leigh,
And me, all so hungry for crumpets and tea.

There are cynics who say with invidious zest
That a crumpet's a thing that will never digest;
But I happen to know that a crumpet is prime
For digestion, if only you give it its time.
Or if, by a chance, it should not quite agree,
Why, who would begrudge a physician his fee
For plying his trade upon crumpets and tea?

To toast crumpets quite à la mode, I require
A proper long fork and a proper quick fire;
And when they are browned, without further ado,
I put on the butter, that soaks through and through.
And meantime Teresa, directed by Leigh,
Compounds and pours out a rich brew for us three;
And so we sit down to our crumpets-and tea.

A hand-organ grinds in the street a weird bit,-
Confound those Italians! I wish they would quit
Interrupting our feast with their dolorous airs,
Suggestive of climbing the heavenly stairs.
(It's thoughts of the future, as all will agree,
That we fain would dismiss from our bosoms when we
Sit down to discussion of crumpets and tea!)

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The Sabbath-day luncheon whereof I now speak
Quite answers its purpose the rest of the week;
Yet with the next Sabbath I wait for the bell
Announcing the man who has crumpets to sell;
Then I scuttle downstairs in a frenzy of glee,
And purchase for sixpence enough for us three,
Who hunger and hanker for crumpets and tea.

But soon-ah! too soon- -I must bid a farewell
To joys that succeed to the sound of that bell,
Must hie me away from the dank, foggy shore
That's filled me with colic and-yearnings for more!
Then the cruel, the heartless, the conscienceless sea
Shall bear me afar from Teresa and Leigh

And the other twin friendships of crumpets and tea.

Yet often, ay, ever, before my wan eyes
That Sabbath-day luncheon of old shall arise.
My stomach, perhaps, shall improve by the change,
Since crumpets it seems to prefer at long range;
But, oh, how my palate will hanker to be
In London again with Teresa and Leigh,
Enjoying the rapture of crumpets and tea!

AN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS

THROUGH all my life the poor shall find
In me a constant friend;

And on the meek of every kind
My mercy shall attend.

The dumb shall never call on me

In vain for kindly aid;

And in my hands the blind shall see

A bounteous alms displayed.

THE TEA-GOWN

In all their walks the lame shall know
And feel my goodness near;
And on the deaf will I bestow
My gentlest words of cheer.

"T is by such pious works as these, Which I delight to do,

That men their fellow-creatures please,

And please their Maker too.

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THE TEA-GOWN

My lady has a tea-gown

That is wondrous fair to see,

It is flounced and ruffed and plaited and puffed,

As a tea-gown ought to be;

And I thought she must be jesting

Last night at supper when

She remarked, by chance, that it came from France, And had cost but two pounds ten.

Had she told me fifty shillings,

I might (and would n't you?)

Have referred to that dress in a way folks express

By an eloquent dash or two;

But the guileful little creature

Knew well her tactics when

She casually said that that dream in red

Had cost but two pounds ten.

Yet our home is all the brighter

For that dainty, sentient thing,

That floats away where it properly may,
And clings where it ought to cling;

And I count myself the luckiest

Of all us married men

That I have a wife whose joy in life

Is a gown at two pounds ten.

It is n't the gown compels me
Condone this venial sin;

It's the pretty face above the lace,

And the gentle heart within.

And with her arms about me

I say, and say again,

""T was wondrous cheap,"-and I think a heap Of that gown at two pounds ten!

DOCTORS

"T is quite the thing to say and sing
Gross libels on the doctor,-
To picture him an ogre grim
Or humbug-pill concocter;
Yet it 's in quite another light

My friendly pen would show him,
Glad that it may with verse repay
Some part of what I owe him.

When one's all right, he 's prone to spite
The doctor's peaceful mission;

But when he's sick, it's loud and quick
He bawls for a physician.

With other things, the doctor brings

Sweet babes, our hearts to soften: Though I have four, I pine for more,Good doctor, pray come often!

What though he sees death and disease
Run riot all around him?

Patient and true, and valorous too,

Such have I always found him.
Where'er he goes, he soothes our woes;
And when skill's unavailing,

And death is near, his words of cheer
Support our courage failing.