A Little Peach.

Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1830, 29 March 1884, Page 2 (Supplement)

A Little Peach.

A little peach in an orchard grey? ; A little peach of emerald hue ; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew. One day, passing the orchard through, That little peach dawned on the view — Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue — Them two. Up at the peach a club they threw ; Down from the stem on which it giew Fell the little peach of emerald hue. Mon Dieu I She took a bite and John a chow, And then their trouble began to brew — Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue. Too true ! Under the lurf where the daises grew They planted John and his sister Sue, And their little souls to the angels flew. 800-hoo ! But what of the peach of emerald hue, Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew ? Ah! well; its mission on earth is through Adieu 1 — St. Louis Republican.

Oncl in a Connecticut town there was a lad of preternatural thinness, named Hiram Jones. He was a tall, gaunt, scrawny fellow, thin as a lath, and he was the son of a mother who weighed about four hundred pounds. She was as broad as she was long, and waddled in walking, like a duck. Hiram was unbidden to go in swimming oftener than once a day. One afternoon Mrs. Jones detected her offspring's head in the water, bobbing up and down, off th<? pier. Full of wrath, she walked down there, seized his raiment — a shirt and pair of trousers— and took up her route for home. Hiram, however, was equal to the occasion. Jumping out of the water, he followed his mother up through the main street, draped only by his ear 3, and moving his long, gaunt body in a ludicrous imitation of her adipose waddle. Eoars of laughter greeted the extraordinary pair, the cause of which Mrs. Jones could not divine. Finally she turned, and beheld her son. With a shriek of dismay, she dropped his wardrobe, and fleJ. "I knowed I'd fetch her," said Hiram, as he returned-in triumph to the pier. — The Argonaut.