Poor Fellow.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1997, 25 April 1885, Page 6 (Supplement)

Poor Fellow.

A. few stray folds of satin and lace Fell lightly over your knee, And she sat by your aide a marvel of grace, Tnat every one turned to see. She graciously gave you her fan to hold, She smiled on you while you spoke, She listened to all the stories you told, And laughed at your poorest joke. She danced with you, flattered you everyway, The men were all jealous that night; You were only a card in my lady's play, The tool of a woman's spj't l! Twaa I she wanted to vex and tease ; 1 You answered her purpose well; But for her sake and mine (and yours, if you please,) Thia isn't a story to tell.

Tins, according to tho New York Morning Journal, is what wai done at arocent wedding in Brooklyn : The oeremony over, the happy couple and their frionds proceeded to the groom's bouse, where an elegant collation was awaiting them. Soon after dancing was begun the guests were treated to a novel effect. Large white flakes of snow commenced to fall, and in % short time the floor was covered with falling fragments. In the distanoe was heard the merry jingle of sleigh-bells. The dancers stopped in the face of the blinding snow-storm, and, as if by magic, the folding doors rolled back, and a fine black steed, richly caparisoned, dashed into the hmll, drawing an elegant Albany cutter. Ferdinand Linn, who drovo the vehicle, took the bride and groom for a ride around the room, and then presented the horso and Bleigh to them, in tho name of himself and brother.