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Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 215, 12 February 1866, Page 3

BACHELOR SOLILOQUIES. Once upon an evening bright, Strolling by the moon's chaste light, Thinking of my Tottie, . All at once it flashed on me, " Doth thy Tottie think of Thee ? " Eh! little Tottie ? Are those smiling lips and eye3 — Burning love in soft disguise — Given to others, Tottie ? Seeking, when I am not by, To entrap each strangers' eye, Wanton little Tottie. Shall I then, for Tottie's sake, All my former loves forsake, Marry little Tottie? Having won me, will you keep From jealous pangs, or make me weep My folly, little Tottie? Woman's lips are false my dear, Woman's eyes are apt to leer, At those they should not. If my Tot and I were wed, There might be many a broken head, T'were better that we did not. . P. W. Invercargill, 6th February, 1866. MARY ANN. t> She is right weary of her days, Her long lone days of dusty kneeling ; And yet " The thoughts o' you," she says, " Has took away the tired feeling. " For whrn I've done the room," she says, " And'clean'd it all from floor to ceiling, A-leaning on my broom," she says, " I do have such a tired feeling!" But he, the other labourer, Has left behind his moorland sheiling, And comes at last to comfort her, Because he knows her " tired feeling." " I know'd you was to come," she says, " For why ? I seed the swallows wheeling j And that's a sign to me, I says, " I soon shall lose my * tired feeling.' " I'll ax my Missis leave, I says ; I canna work ; my heart wants healing : She give it me, and smiles and says, c Well, that'll cure your tired feeling.' " And so it will! For days and days I'm strong again, and fit for kneeling ; The thoughts o' seeing you," she says, " Has took away my tired feeling." Aethtje J. MmißT. » OLD TIME. The hours and the minutes, bow swiftly they fly, How soon the days are all done ; And often I think, as I heave a deep sigh, And wipe the bright teardrop away from mine eye, Of the good and the loved that are gone. Gone from this world of sin, woe, and care, Those who have trusted his name, — Gone to a world so bright, and so fair, Where angels and saints are chorussing there, One joyful and seraphic strain. Onwards, swift onwards, Old Time speeds away, Till our race on this earth is»all run, Onwards, swift onward, till young headst»re grey, And our spirits are fled, and our bodies of clay Are mouldering in the cold tomb. Eliza Willson. February 2nd, 1866. Amusements. mHEATRE ROYAI THIS (MONDAY) EVENING, FEBRUARY 12. GRACE EGERTON (MRS. GEORGE CASE), AND ME. GEOEGE CASE, Have the honor to announce their arrival ir Invercargill, and will present, THIS EVENING, THEIR ENTEETAINMENT, Entitled, A DEAWING-EOOM TO LET. They are leaving for Melbourne by the firsl Steamer, so can only appear for THEEE NIGHTS. TO-MORROW (TUESDAY) EVENING, LATEST INTELLIGENCE WEDNESDAY EVENING, OUE TEIP TO THE EHINE. ENTIRE CHANGE OF PROGRAMME EAOB EVENING. Doors open at Half-past Seven ; to commenw at Eight o'clock. Prices of Admission ;— Dress Cirole, 45, ; Sid< Bq*ci, 8(h { Stalls, gi, 6& | ?ifc 3s,