Tripping,

Leughlng,

Hurrying by.

With a smile on the lip, and a coy glance of

the eye,

And the little dogs bark, and with Joyous

hound,

Snap at the Litters that eddy around.

The town Is alive, and each heart in a whirl,

To welcome the coming of each lovely girl.

How lovely they look as they Mbar aking,

Hailing each other with kisses and song

And 1/I‘Bl4 a poor fellow as meteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, then 10.,t to the eye.

Wriggling,

Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Disregarding Lhe breeze that plays h avoc bel ow,

With long floating trail, as pure as she sky.

To be tra m pled in the mud by the crowds rush­

ing by ;

To be trumped and tracked by. dozens of feet,

Till it blends with the filth in the • horrible

street.

Once 1 tripped on a tiller, and fell,

Just us 1 pii,sed u gayly dressed belle;

Fell, and my beaver rolled in the street—

Fell, to be scoffed at