WRITE THEM A LETTER TO-NIGHT.

Te Aroha News, Volume I, Issue 55, 21 June 1884, Page 7

WRITE THEM A LETTE R TO-NIGHT.

Don't go the theatre, lecture, or bill, But st.iy in )onr room lo iii^lit ; Dt'uy yourself* to the J'lien N lli.it call Ami a good, lony; lettoi write — Write to the sad old folk- <'t h Who sit when the d i\ \< <i'>u ', With ioluxd Ij.mdrf and downed <t eyes, And think oi tiie absent one. Don't selfishly te ihblo : " Excuse my haste, I'vu sc,trcul> Uie tini * to write." Lest their brooding thoughts go wi-ndering '" b.ick To m my a by-^one niu'ht When they lost their needed sleep and rest, And fVory bie.ith was a prayer Tluit vi<ul wuuld leave their delicate babo To their tender Jove and care. Don't let them feel tlut you've no more need Of'their love nnd counsel wise ; For the heart glows strongly sensitive When «Rtj has dmimed the cyan. It might be well to Ut tht*iu believe You never forg"t them quite — That you'deomed it a pleusuro when fur * ' uway Long letters home to write. Don't think that the young and giddy friends 'Who mnke your pastime gay Ha v»* half the anxious thoughts for you That the old folks h.ive to day. Th( j day of writing do not put off— ; 'Let sleep or pleasure wait, LoHt" tlio letter for which they looked and long (j d •80- a day or an hour too late. Tor the pad old folks at home) ( With lofltM fusr turning, while. Are Vojitfinu- to h"»'* M' l'io absent ono — , • Write them u lottwr ttwiiglit

jy[j s ti .sg—" How many time? must I y'ull you?" "Bridget—", That UepemU on how many times you wn.it me."' Mi^ti'tiH-c— " I have called ymv «>ver ami and ovw again. Bridget, , Bridget?' Bridget—" Oolil I thought yea %aa aCther trying to get the cori ect waj of spakeing it'!" An old toper arrainged for drunkenness and disorderly conduct asked the* 1 -nrt if he might have something to relievo Ins tlifnnt, as it was so dry ho could hardly spoak. An ofliuor filled h gl.irf-* with icowator and pas.sed it to him. lh took a mouthful, si at it out, and, \v : th an uxprcion of alrtrm. exclaimed : " What's this ! ie'a given mo?" "What do suppose it is?" said the Judge. "I don't know, your Honor," hopehwsly • returned the 'prisoner, " 1 never tasted anything like it before in my life " Mrs Men.ige (about to spend hoi* first night in the new house into which she was moving)—" F will sleep here, Bridget, and you can take a sofa downstairs." Bridget (presenting her^ If about an hour Inter)— 11 If yell cnnie to the stairs, mum, yell see I oan't Ing it alone." Mrs M. (electrified at seeing the large libiary lounge wedged in the stairw.iy)— " What doe.s this mo in ?" Bridget—" Sure, mum, 'twas yourself told metn take a sofy downstairs : a'.nl this is the only one that's boen brought up here at all, mum."