Year: 1866

We turn the author of the following hnes owe
% the wishes the ladies. We make no apologize
or him, as he has neither youth nor age to recon
mend him to clemency We have reason to be
ieve that this act Of his was the result Of matur
Hear what he has to saY
As along the street Numbered,
Much marveled, much wondered,
Seeing sights and things that mortal
Never saw or dreamed beforei
On the pavement came 3 ripping
As of football gently tapping
And heard muslin-aapping,


Which my eye would fain explore,
st'Tis some female, then muttefed-
had seen the thing before


Only this and nothing more.
Came this female sweeping by me;
Fearing she would chance to spy me-
Suddenly Istepped into n


Friendly, waiting, open door;
Thence saw the lovely maiden
Being from some distant Aideen-
All perfnmed and dry goods laden,
Pass me, and go on before,
Nought had to do but follow


And note down the dress she wore
Twas mystery to explore.
And foundry close Inspection
That her naughty, upper section,
Something chance had called bonnet,
On its peTicranium wore;
And her breast was heaying slowly,
Meath the garment fashioned lowiy,
And l knew the movement wholly


/ had never seen before,
For knew twas patent beavers"
That this radient maiden wore,


Only these and nothing more.
And her cheeks were full and rosy
l could lell yon, very quickly,
Secret that druggist told me


OF the color that she wore
Yet her cheeks were very pleasing,
But her look at me was freezing,
And she showed sign of sneeZing,
As she swept along before;
And she sneezed pair of ''plumpers"
Out at least yard before;


Only this and nothing more.
Then noticed an uncertain
Lifting of the muslin curtain,
That her feet had deftly hidden


From my errant eyes before;
With each lift came desire
That would lit n little higher,
And at last it did aspire


Higher than I'd seen before,
And knew it was "tilter :!


That this sanity maiden wore;


Justa .'ulter''-nothing more.
And the tilting and the rocking
Up and down the splendid stocking
Gartered by plush ribbon,


That ehanced to see she wore,
Showed me-'twas sight for weeping
That pair of calves were creeping
Out of place as she was sweeping


Like stately queen before;
Calves that she had lately purchased


From a fancy dry goodS store


Patent calves-and not much more.
And the luttering and the tapping
OF the maiden's gaudy trapping
Showed me sights that never mortal


Eve had dared to see before
Sights revealed by every lifting
OF the folds of muslin drifting,
Round her, which the winds were shifting
Eye-ward, higher, more and more,
Sights that to mortal vision


Never were revealed before,


Nameless here forever more.
And while thus her rigging auttered,
Much wondered, and muttered:
"And you call this thing woman


That is trouneing on before;
She, the brazen doll of fashion,
Wrapped in one tremendous passion,
Sanken from her noble station


To the thing that goes before;
Oh that ever mortal vision


Should such mystery explore"


This [ muttered nothing more.
And the thought came Ger me gushing,
"Where has gone the art of blushing
That we loved in wife OF maiden


In the sanity days of yore p
Call me, if you will, uneivil,
While name her ''thing Of evil"
And l wish the very deuce
Had the toggery she wore,
And again she were arrayed in
Dresses like her mother wore,


Vanished now forever more.