THE GIRL IN THE TRAIN.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 212, 23 July 1887, Page 6

THE GIRL IN THE TRAIN .

Most daintily dressed, in taste tha-perfection, A sweet little face, tho' a trifle too bold ; A row of white teeth, a bonnie complexion, A pa r of blue eyes behind tho-pince-nez o£ Kold. A chatterbox flirt, who talks of Her mother, A friend whom with envy shrjlbres to annoy. As they travel together to visit Her brother, A student at college— as yet— '"quite a boy. She talks of her conquests at churches and dances. " Not wearinc the willow " ami quite heart whole yet," . , She confides in her friend laost nonsensical fancies, „,,., * c And hints of ihe " one whom she d. like to torget," An acquaintance she- sees, farther on with his. brother. A quite-by-chanco meatittg, of course, our, "so odd," And at each of tho stations they call to each other , , From window to window, and beckon, ana nod. Andso through thejoumey, her vanity flattered,. She laughs and she- flirts as tho' life were a dream. . But ah! with oaoh smile- a stronghold; is. shattered, , Which keeps a Rirl safe in respectful esteem. Let mo give you a caution, sweet maid of the train— If an honest man's love is what you expect, Do not moot him halfway with your blandishments vain, . Man's love is worth nothing without hi 3 respect.

We often hear of a widow mending her condition by re-pairing. " What is home without a mother?" as tho young lady said whon she sent, the old lady to chop wood. The first exclamation of a belle on entering the cathedral at Milan was, " Oh, what a church to get married in !" Before the wedding-day she was dear and he her treasure ; but afterwards she became dearer and he treasurer. Young ladies, if you must wear pins on the back of your dresses at a dance put them in with the points towards the left. She was plump and beautiful, and he was wildly fond of her ; she hated him, but, woman like, she strovo to catch him. He was a flea. A recent writer o- 'n.Lural history says the giraffe has a tu.i^ue seventeen inches long. Good gracious, how some women must envy him ! Never trust with a secret a married man who loves his wife, for he will tell her— and she will tell her sister, and her sister will tell everybody. " Tell me what first attracted you to me. What pleasant characteristic did I possess which placed me above other women in your sight ?" asked a lady of her husband. Her brutal lord and master simply said, "I give it up."