TIOS GIRLS. Oh ! tho pirls, tho

beautiful giris, AVith tho liquid oyos

and tho golden curl«, Soiling aloiij

through the orowded street. Turning the

heads of tho youths th*y nisei» Tilting,

(rimming along; Beautiful girls¡-th*y

can do nothing wrong. The- blush of tho

roe« on oacb soft, dainty clitfllv In

which lovely dimples play hide-

and-g«-s««k ; Showing their ankle» and a

little abovo, Pureas an nnglc> tickle as

love. Oh I the girls, tho-beantiful

girls. How the ooys gatier and sigh

aseaeh whirls] Her tilter along at a1

delicate height, Just skirting tho

beauties forbidden, to sight. Tripping,

Laughing, Hurrying hy ; With a smile on

tho lip mid coy glance of Hie c/Jt,

And<tho little dogs hark, and with

joyous boaad Snap at the tilters that

oddy around ; Tho town, ia nlivo and

eaoh hoart in a whirl To welcome- tito

coming of each lovaly girl. How lovoly

thoy look as thoy tooter along'. Hailing

each other with Meses and song. And puot

a poor follow like-meteors ihuE hy.

Bright for a moment, then .lost to tho

oye. Biggling, Swinging, JÛashing thoy

go. Disrogajding. tho breeze thatiplays

havoc faclowv With long, lloating trail,

ns pur» as tho sky. To bo trampled ia

mud by the crowds rushing- by ; To bo

trampled and tracktd by dozens of foot^

Till it bends willi filth in thc homblo

Btrcet. Once I tripped upon a tiltor and

foll Just aa I passed a gayly drossod'

belle Foll, and my beaver rolled out in,

tho streetFell, to be scoffed at and

jeered at and best. Scrambling, Curding,

Dreading to rise, And afraid,.ou my

soul, to open my eyes. Abovo aud around

mo tho tho broadest cxpaaso Of hoops

that e'or tilted in giddy round dane*

Wildly at last I darted without, And

dashed down the street aa> the boya

raised % shout. Onco I was creon a» tho

greonoat of leaf, Nothing too DIB:

tooxcoed my boliof ;. Iivory girl

lauphodot my innocent graco, And vowed

that I looked at naught obw but her

fae*» ,., Greenness, Credulity, Graco

and nil. Shame and my blushes I loBt by

that foll. I learn nothing; new as tho

girls saunter by,. And tilter their

hoope-no inattor how high» For all

that's within or without I know, Since I

tripped on that tilter and mado such a

gol Haw strange if that patent

heavingr.hosom of snow Should foll nt

her fe«t on tho pavernnnt hnlow t How

strange if that pilo of tightly bound

tresne» Should roll down her bask from

tio hoad it depresses tr Fainting

Freezing, Rushing ahead, Unmindful of

all eave thu beauties thus »liedL Tho

tilters dropped oil' and loft foo

behind; The littlo luco bonnet Hying off

ia tho wind; But tlie worst of mishaps

(they do-nothing by lialvw), now strange

if, in running, she'd drop nor falaft

calves