POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2247, 11 May 1881, Page 4

POETRY.

THE WHOLE STOBY. Oh yes ! I'll tell you the story—* The very words that were said ; You see the supper was cooking, And I was baking some bread, When Richard came into the pantry — His face was exceedingly red. And he opened his half-shut fingers, And gave me the glimpse of a ring. Well, then—let me see where was I ? Oh, the kettle began to sing, And Fanny came in with her baby ; The cunningest bnnch of a thing ! Well—the biscuits were out in a minute ; And—what came next—let me see ! Oh ! Fanny was there with her baby, And we all sat down to tea; And Grandma looked over glasses, So queer, at Richard and me! But it wasn't till after milking That he said what he had to say ? How was it P Oh, Fanny had taken The baby and gone away— The funniest chub of a fellow— He had a new tooth that day! We were standing under a plum tree, And Biohard said something low ; And I was tired and flustered, And trembled, I almost know; For old "Bed" is the hardest of milkers, And " Brindle" uncommonly slow. And then —let me see—where was I ? Oh, the stars came overhead. And we two stood under the plum tree Till the chickens flew up to bed. Well —ho loves me, and we're to be married, And so—that's about what was said ! —Hblbn Babbon Bostwiok.