IN SPRING. 



I'll a- wished you'd stayed stuck in the swamp." 

 And then we have another cup of beer, and, fol- 

 lowed by the old man, I start for home. 



And isn't it funny ? the old man tells me, 

 as he has never failed to do for many a year as 

 I pause by the open well, where we part, how 

 he found gold, as he thought, when he dug the 

 well, and kept the mighty secret until his plans 

 were laid ; and it proved to be nothing but lumps 

 of iron and brimstone ! 



If old ladies prove, at times, to be a bit gar- 

 rulous, what of the old men who are so prone to 

 criticise ? 



