The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-12-26


The air that Marie sings with Boutwell,
In Neidermeyer's opera.
(Therein stable boy, it's stated,
Devoutly loved noble dame,
And that the dame reciprocated
His rather injudicious tame.)
And then, before the piano closing
Gle listened coyly at the door),
She sang song of her composing
give one verse from half score:-
Bdliud.
Why, pretty page, art ever signing
Is sorrow in thy heartfelt lying
Come, set ringing,
Thy laugh enhancing,
And ever singing
And ever dancing.
Ever singing, Ira | la la
Ever dancing, Ira la la
Ever singing, ever dancing,
Ever singing, Ira la la
He skipped for joy like little muttons,
He danced like Esmeralda's kid
(She did not mean boy in buttons
Although he fancied that she did).
Poor lad convinced he thus would win her,
He wore out many pairs of soles;
He danced when taking down the dinner
He danced when bringing up the Goals.
He danced and sang (however laden)
With his incessant "Tra la la !"
Which much surprised the noble maid
And puzzled even her papa.
He nourished now his name anu IanuouIS
He even danced at work below,
At length the servants wouldn't stand it,
And Bowles the Butler told him so.
At length on impulse acting blindly,
His love he laid completely bare;
The gentle Earl received him kindly,
And told the lad to take chair.
"Oh, sir" the suitor uttered sadly,
Don't give your indignation vent,
fear you think Pm acting madly,
Perhaps you think me insolent ~
The kindly Earl repelled the notion,
His noble bosom heaved sigh,
His fingers trembled with emotion,
A tear stood in his mild blue eye.
For, oh, the scene recalled too plainly
The halt-forgotten time when he,
A boy of nine, had worshipped vainly
A governess of forty-three
'My boy" he said, husbands still wringing,
"Give up this idle fancy-do-
The ballad that you heard her singing
Did not, indeed, refer to you.
81 feel for you, poor boy, acutely,
Your pangs estimate minutely,
!, too, have loved, and loved in vain.
"But still your humble rank and station
For Minnie surely are not meet"-
He said much more in conversation
Which it were needless to repeat.
Now I'm prepared to bet guinea,
Were this q mere dramatic case,
The page would have eloped with Minnie,
But, no-he only left his place.
The simple Truth is my detective,
With me Sensation can't abide,
The Likely beats the mere Elective,
And Nature Is my only guide.
SoLDAT-GAN.-Prizs s-money-when he can
get i'll
SOMETHING LIKE "a Show OF HANDS. IA
Working Mems Industrial Exhibition.
ARGUING IN RMG.-We learn from a para
graph gong the rounds at the late Presiden-
tial Election at New York
"The Democrats sent round the city, before
sunrise, huge bells mounted on wagons, to
rouse their voters"
We should like to have it explained why
the bells should not also have reused the
voters OF the other party. Perhaps the other
side was so wide awake that it did not 90 to
bed at all, and did not require rousing.
EcHo-NomoAL.--The announcement of the
new evening paper contains strange state
ment to the effect that the Echo will be indie
pendent. Fancy an independent echo Surely,
it must be the famous Irish echo, which
always responded to the question, "What
will you haveH" with a hearty "Potheen,
your honor ~ Possibly, this statement that
the Echo will be independent is an i'll omen.
An independent echo is not likely to answer,
of course.