LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 294, 31 July 1875, Page 2

LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Editor will be glad to give insertion to ang local contributions from bis ladgfriends that mag be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.]

ON A DYING CRILD. Pale was the little polished brow That lately bloomed so fair, 4 And speechless lay the youthful boy His parents’ pride and care. The struggle and the fever pang That shook his frame are past, And there, with fixed aud wistful glance He lay to breathe his last. Upon his sorrowing father’s face , He gazed with dying eye; Then raised' a cold and feeble hand The starting tear to dry. Silent he wiped those weeping eyes, E’en with his parting breath ; O! tender deed of youthful love, How beautiful in death I Yes ; as that gentle soul forsook The fainting, trembling, clay, It caught the spirit of that world Where tears are wiped away. And still its cherished imago gleams Upon the parents' eye, A guiding cherub to that home Where every tear is dry. Gisborne, July 29,1875. E.W.

An old bachelor thinks the trains of ladies’ dresses are infernal machines from the fact that a blow-up took place directly after he put on bis foot on one.

As an old lady was lately walking through one of the streets of Montreal at midnight, a patrol called out, “ Who's there?” It is’ I, patrol,” said she, “ dou’t bo afraid."