MY ALBUM.

Te Aroha News, Volume VIII, Issue 489, 16 July 1890, Page 8

MY ALBUM.

Here I pc- familiar laces, Ranged together side by siue ; Ocuupving i'ne.u.’sbiri’s places, Treasued w ; i.h affection's pride. Vifi, ... n .l Ui•!, an,VP dead and living-, ; Grave and guv. ;u-d youth and age, 1,..,e-selected. lie rede -ted, Life— like on each hallowed page. How the past invests the present With sweet mem Vies. as I bend Gazing on the features pleasant Of each old familiar friend. Fome. in lands across the ocean, Exile like are doomed to roam, Others with a fond devotion, Linger still in childhood’s home. And my spirit feels a pleasure. And a pride naught can excel, In possessing this one treasi re Of the friends I love so well.

“Maria Jane,” said a fond mother the other morning to her daughter, “did Paniel Jamieson kiss you on the steps last night?” “No, mamma; lie did. not.” ] f the fond parent had said “ lips ” instead of “steps,” it would have troubled Maria Jane to reply. “ It’s no use talking, Russia will not. fight.” “What makes you think so?” “The telegraph companies object to it.” “Why so?” “Because in the event of war (heir wires would be so twisted out ot shape with Russian names that they would be fit for nothing but barbed wire fences.” /, , f When a man’s wife carries in, and sees him razor in hand and with his face all lather, rind asks him, “ Are you shaving?” it is a provoking thing for him to answer, “ No, lam blacking the stove !” But it is human nature so to reply when women do such things.