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THE IERIGA TION A GN. 



young lady has escaped tuberculo- 

 sis of which, in fact, she has at 

 no time, been in danger. Henry 

 Mays says she can sing whenever 

 and wherever she is disposed to do 

 so, and he is very much in authority, 

 since that fourth important person- 

 age to this history comes upon the 

 scene. He is from the door of 'the 

 vestry-room of St. Mark's Church, 

 and he is the Reverend Charles 

 Chamberlain, rector hereof. 



He said: "Wilt thou?" and 

 other things, to Henry Hamilton 

 Mays and Kathryn Tinsley. 



Paradoxical as it may seen, they 

 acceded to his propositions and yet 

 they have not wilted. 



THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET REVISED. 



(Read at the session of the Highland 

 Horticultural club, devoted to pumping- 

 plant problems.) 

 How many the poems, the proverbs and 



fancies, 

 All right in the east but all wrong in 



the west, 

 "Where multiplex problems of power and 



pumping 



Embezzle our slumber and rob us of rest; 



Mechanical problems,diversified problems. 



Perennial problems that rob us of rest. 



How often the wealth of the waters be- 

 neath us 



Is painted and penciled in eloquent 

 strain; 



How much of our time and our money is 

 wasted 



In blunders bewitched and experiments 



vain; 



In ludicrous blunders, extravagant blun- 

 ders. 

 Implausible blunders, experiments vain. 



How perfectly plain that our neighbor's a 



novice 



At sinking a well and selecting a plant; 

 He ought to have listened while we were 



expounding 

 Our dogmas entitled "you can" and "you 



can't;" 

 Those logical dogmas, those iron-bound 



dogmas, 

 Those moss-covered dogmas, "you can" 



and "you can't." 

 How chipper and cheering the newspaper 



sages 



Who say that a drouth is a friend in dis- 

 guise; 

 How quickly they join the refrain of the 



farmer 

 When natural showers descend from the 



skies; 

 When copious showers, when old-fashioned 



showers, 



When quadruplex showers descend from 

 the skies. 



O, Jupiter Pluvius! Mystical fellow! 



You're Duke of the Weather and Water 



is King 

 Then why not return from your seven-year 



furlough 

 And back to the foothills your Sovereign 



bring? 

 And back to the foothills, the welcoming 



foothills, 

 The orange-clad foothills, your Sovereign 



bring. WM. M. BRISTOL. 



