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New Zealand Mail, Issue 26, 22 July 1871, Page 18

Select Poetry.

GRAMMATICAL LOVE. IN DIFFERENT MOODS AND TENSES. Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught And her friend Billy Church was a preacher who praught, Though his enemies called him a screecher who scraught. His heart, when he saw her, kept sinking, and sunk, And his eye, meeting hers, began winking, and wunk , . ~ •> While she, in her turn, fell to thinking and thunk. He hastened to woo her, and sweetfy he wooed, For his love grew until to a mountain it grewcd, And what he was longing to do then he doetl. In secret he wanted to speak, and he spoke, To seek with his lips what his heart long had soke; . So he managed to let the truth leak, and it loke. He asked her to ride to the church, and they rode, They so sweetly did glide, that they both thought they glode, And they came to a place to be tied, and were tode. Then homeward, he said, let us drive, and they drove, And as soon as they wished to arrive they arrove ; For whatever he couldn't contrive, she controve The kiss he was dying to steal then he stole, At the feet where he wanted to kneel then he knole, And he said, " I feel better that ever I fole. So they to each other kept clinging, and clung, While Time his swift circuit was winging and wung, , . - i And this was the thing he was bringing and brung: The man Sally wanted to catch and had caught— That she wented from others to snatch and had snaught — Was the one she now liked to scratch and she scraught. And Billy's warm love began freezing, and froze, While he took to teazing and cruelly toze The girl he had wished to be squeezing and squoze. "Wretch!" he cried, when she threatened to leave him and left, "How could you deceive me as you have deceft ?" And she answered, " I promised to leave and I've left!" —" Gentleman's Journal." THE BACHELOR. "Oh solitude! Where are thy charms ? Coioper "No house and no home, no children, no wife ; Ah ! who would not pity a bachelors's life ? He sleeps (so do oxen), he eats, and he drinks, But there's no one to care what he suffers or thinks. One woman he speaks to, but all she can say Is "What will you have for your dinner ' to-day?" On a Monday some slight variation is made When the washwoman comes for her bill to be paid. Alas! for the outoast from all one holds dear, With no one to love him, and no one to fear ; With none that would mourn were he laid in the tomb, Except for the guinea he paid for his room. Oh! the chords of the heart, how intensely they yearn For some one to love who will love in return ; For some one to hear what no stranger must know: For some one to cling to in weal and in woe — A some one to miss when that one is away ; A some one to bless when we kneel down to or&Y * Some " companions in arms" in the battle of life, That" some one," ah! who can it be, but a wife I