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Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume II, Issue 133, 15 September 1871, Page 6

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THE MINER'S LAMENT. High on a rough ana usma! crag, Wh-re Kfc.ximljbi spout, "Aye, rliuv-'a the rub," Where oit, no .louht, some mi hag Had danced a jig with Beehxbub, There aioo L btn.aili the pak moon.rht A ?ii.'.n«.r gr'n;, v.ith visage 'ong, Who vexed the drovts,, tar of n ; :}\i With dreadful r'lj me and dismal song. Ho To sound the stern decrees of h ate ; I once possessed a two holt flute, But that I so I to raise a stake. Then wake ihy sirans, my wild tin pan, Affright the cri .kets from their lairs, Mike wood and mountain ring again, And terrify ihe grizzly bears. " My h. .art is on a distant shore, My gentle love is far away, She dreams not that my clothes are tore ! An 1 all besmeared with dirty clay ; She little knows ho* much of late, Amid these dark and dismal scenes, I've struggled with an adverse fate, An I lived, ah me ! on pork and beans. "Oh ! that a bean would never gro.v, To fling its shadow o'er my heart; My tears of grief are hard to How, Bat food like this must make them start. The good old times have passed away ; And ail things now are strange and 'new, All save my shirt and trousers grey, Three stockings and one cowhide shoe ! " Oh, give me back the days of yore, An 1 all those bright though fading scenes Connects with that hap P%r shore Where turkeys grow, and clams an. 1 greens, Those dxys that sank long Weeks a „ 0 Deep in the solemn grave of time, And left no trace that men may know, Save trousers all patched up behind ! And boots ail worn, and shirts all torn, Or botched with moat outrageous stitches— Oh, give me back those days of yore, And take these weather-beaten breeches »'

A LOVE STOHY. I struggle! to kiss her, she straggled the same To prevent me, so boli ind un launted ; But, as smitten by lightning, I heard her ' exclaim " A vaunt, sir."—So I a vaunted. But when I return, 1 with the fiendishest laugh. Shjwiuj clearly that I was aflfronte 1, And threatened by main force to carry her o;f, She cried " Don't."-So I donted. Thjn I meekly approached and knelt at her feet, Praying loud as before I ha I ranted, Asking her to forgive me and try to be sweet, And sail, "Can't you ?"-the lear girl recanted. Then softly I whispered-" Ho h could you do so ? I certainly thought I was jilted. But .ome thou with me ; to the pawon's we'll go. Wilt the. my de ir ?"-and she wilted. Then gaily I took her to see our new home— A shanty by no means enchanted. See, here we can live with no louring to roam. An 1 said, "Shui't we, my dearT-so we shanted.

A youno laly having received very urgent proposals o marriage from an old gentleman, sent the following answer : " w^ y thU3 u f» a mo to compliance ? Wny compel ma to refuse ? Yet though I co in not your alliance, Perchance a younger I may choose; For tis a state I'll ne'er disparage, ' Nor will I war against it wagl-1 do a ot sir object to mar-riage, I but dislike to maxri-age.