LADIES' EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume II, Issue 193, 5 August 1874, Page 2

LADIES' EXPRESS.

TStlitor will be ffhul to ffine insert ion to ant/ local contribution* from hi* lad if friend* that tnaij be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex

THE OLD, OLD STORY. How was it? Well, at first he came and went As others did ; he talked to each in turn ; His mind on farming suddenly was bent— He seemed desirous every way to learn; He told the boys of every fond intent, Talked wilh the mother of her patent chum, The flattered father felt himself more wise, Such growing interest lit the stranger's eyes.

A.nd then, somehow, he always seemed to find A vacant seat by Lucy ; and he took To holding skeins for her small hands to wind. Sometimes we caught a shy, admiring look Tn his brown eyes, a gesture more than kind Of his strong hand. One day we found a book. Gilt-edged and nice, among our Lucy's things, A new gold band out shone her other rings.

And soon he lingered by the porch at night, Forgetful of the summer dews that fell. While Lucy, with her blue eyes all alight, Would bring her weary father from the well A cooling draught; and then, as if by right, He joined her there, there seemed so much to tell Or hear—it matters little to my rhymes— Her pitcher overflowed a dozen times.

So things went on, until the mother found That Lucy, who was such a careful child, Had thrice forgotten, in her dailv round, To skitn the milk ; and like a tangled wild Grew every day her bit of garden ground, Where once the roses ami carnations smiled. It was the Old, Old Story, and you know That naught but marriage out of that can grow. C. B. H.