Volcano weekly ledger., 1855-11-17

Eve perched topmost limb.
He stared at her with all his eyes;
Aud she peeped back at him.
" EgadP' thought he, "a pretty bird
Were not its feathers gone!n
Ny starsp' thought she, "what baboonl-
If but its hair were onln
e IN catch 1t for a pet" he mused;-
1t cannot fly away
And weave for il wicker cage,
Some rainy, idle day.
Forthwith he vaulted in the tree
And crawled out on the bough
Eve shook, but saw it was too late
To 'scape the baboon now.
And as he caught her in his arms,
She screamed with all her might;
Hush, brdel hushr' he said and stroked
Her hair to soothe her fright.
Eve heard, and looked into his eyss,
And know. at once her mate;
But then, it did not suit her whim
For him to know it yet.
Nimbly he bore her from the tree
She was so small and light;
She seemed to be about fourteen,
And he just twenty-eight!
Homeward he bore his curious prize
Who gazed the while at him;
Aud when she wished q fresh caress,
Would fetch a little scream
He had no string to tie her with,
And she might run away ~
So all that night he held her fast,
And soothed her fright till day.
When morning came, and he went out
To look around his garden,
And mark the opening of its flowers,
He carried still his burden.
And as he bent ut times to kiss
His birdie'sn coy bill,
He wondered that his pulse should start
With strange and pleasant thrill.
And as her eye fell tearfully
Before his steadier gaze,
a misty cloud obscured his sight
That filed him with amaze.
40, would it only sing" he said
Like any other bird
Its song is swceter far, knoo,
UI,r Ilo,, ,,... boa,I
"What clear and starry eyes, it has
How pure their azure is!
Its bill of what rosy tint!-
And warm and sweet TO kiss
GLOW bright the feathers of its head
How slender, long and soft!
What pretty wings ii must lave had
Before its plun..as were dohedlp
Eve could no longer curb her mirth-
This was too much by half
And sweeter than a linnet's song,
Out rang her silvery laugh.
1T sings!" cried he, in glad surprise;
1T sings! And what a note
What liquid peals of melody
Pour from its tuneful throat"
Louder and still more musical,
Ewes merry laughter grew =
Until she pressed her sides, aud said
30, stop, my love- pray do.'
Quicker than thought, he let her drop,
And through the bushes broke
For well he knew, though birds might sing
No bird could ever talk.
Eve followed him in swift pursuit,
And tree'd her love at last
And nimbly climbing after him,
She held the truant fast.
Adam she murmercd, soon as speech
For painting could be heard
You foolish boy can you not tell
Your true mate from bird ??
my mate Y gosped he, with shaking limbs
g never had II mate;
For ten long years, I've paced these wilds,
Lone and disconsolateln
"The Lord has told me all,' soothed Eve,
You've suffered much / know
But see God made me OF your rib,
To cheer you from your woeln
Quickly his hands upon his side,
The puzzled Adam pressed;
And, sure enough, one rib was gone
One missing from the restl
81 told you So" laughed Eve Il am
A gift from Heaven, true.
Here, take me, ii you will if net,
Remember I've GOT YoUm
And as again that laugh arose,
Her eyes brimmed o'er with joy;
And oft, and oftener, she kissed
The blushing, 'wildered boy.
"Now bear me down the tree,n she said
:" You know that you can do it.
And, ii you take me for your mate,
My word, you'll never rue it,
In one of Eden's rosiest bowers
Bright starlight overhead,
And shining groups reclined aloft-
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