MOSQUITOES.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 333, 12 January 1889, Page 8

MOSQUITOES.

I'm fond of the mosquito, 3* And HHre r is 'fond of: me, - 3To*r eVer F>tie:ht { anrt cheery And pert and fulPof tc'ee. He never seems in tumble, ~* Though all is "dark and dim ; He plumes his. Wings, an.!- blithely singfl ' His huppy evening hymn. ' •■ ' For countless erenertition* V Mosquitoes have been known— They bu^ed around the Temple, f l And sat on DavitVs throne- ; . And though no man Ims spoken •" For them a kindly wo»d, '«■ • Yet I shall always cherish This cheerful "little bird. When in the heat of summer v I toss upon my bed, > ' " And siglr in vain for slumber / To sdothe my weary head; Then in the silunt midnight. ' They come to me; Arid tune their lyre while all the choir A. Make joy ous melody. - ! " • i* ii i They sing duets and trios And ohor'ffses so sweet ; Then one will sing a solo' * While all the rest retreat. Th^n oack they come more lively, 'I More joyous than before, * , Alul sinirin^ Joiidor, sweeter still, j They dabble in my' gore.' • But when they grow familiar, 1 And I make a noise"* and say, " Now, that's too much, ihosquitoes 1 Why don't you clear away?" They gather round in fthousanda ' And dry, " It's all -in 'fun ; We never hurry over meals, Nor stop until we've done." What though they piactise boring, Or at my body peck, ' . I don't begrudge — when snoiing — ' A nice hit rtf the neck. - ' i pnt it down as payment, ! For naturalists say A -lot of doubtful matter these A Mosquitoes clear away. -

Dennis — " Moike, did you rade the newspaper this, inarnih'?" • Mike— "And f Wat's in the newspaper?" Dennis— there was a hit of a' row at Larry QToole's wake, and Teddy Flaherty wns fcln>t in tire-fracas." '• Mike — "He was?" •Dennis — "' Dade he was', heaven ie?t Ins fcowl!" (Exit Dennis— enter Timothy.) •Mike — "Tim did ye see the newspaper tlifematnin 1 ?'» -'Tim— " Sbrrra' a- toime ; fwafs in it ?" Mike— "There \vaa n broth of a dishtorbance at Larry O'To.ile's Svake, jfnd Teddy Flaherty, may the saints tape him, got a bullet in lv's fiacas."

She had a voice Ijke a siren, and when fhe'sancr— ' ' ".Mid piny sure, sand pal aces, though heam ' i a Rome, Be it averse, oh wum bull there, snow play "? ' sly comb ; > • i , H, arm from thesk eyese;>m stew wallow \ sheer, ' x ' '»Vitch peek through the whirl disneerm '-etwith'el swear V there wasn't a diy e^ye in tlie audience ; tint if the prograrame Jiadn't said in clear, bnmistakeable print that she vt'as going <o *in£ ' S\ve6t Home,' fnof n0 one would' have known it, .• • ►■ < •" r', \