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Field's glee, to William S. Gilbert, then at the height of his Pinafore and Bab Ballad fame: _APRIL VESPERS The turtles drum in the pulseless bay, The crickets creak in the prickful hedge, The bull-frogs boom in the puddling sedge And the whoopoe whoops its vesper lay Away In the twilight soft and gray. Two lovers stroll in the glinting gloam-- His hand in her'n and her'n in his-- She blushes deep--he is talking biz-- They hug and hop as they listless roam-- They roam-- It's late when they get back home. Down by the little wicket-gate, Down where the creepful ivy grows, Down where the sweet nasturtium blows, A box-toed parent lies in wait-- In wait For the maiden and her mate. Let crickets creak and bull-frogs boom, The whoopoe wail in the distant dell-- Their tuneful throbs will ne'er dispel The planted pain and the rooted gloom-- The gloom Of the lover's dismal doom._ Just by the way of illustrating in fac-simile and preserving the character of the newspaper paragrapher's work in the last century, the following "Funny Fancies," by Field, from the St. Louis Journal of August 3d, 1878, may be of interest: A green Christmas--No, no, we mean a green peach makes a fat graveyard. A philanthropic citizen of Memphis has wedded a Miss Hoss. He doubtless took her for wheel or whoa. We have tried every expedient and we find that the simple legend: "Smallpox in this House" will preserve the most uninterrupted bliss in an editorial room. There is a moment when a man's soul revolts against the dispensations of Providence, and that is when he finds that his wife has been using his flannel trousers to wrap up the ice in. To the average Athenian the dearest spot on earth is the Greece spot. Mr. Deer was hung at Atlanta. Of course he died game. 'Tis pleasant at the close of day To play Croquet. And if your partner makes a miss Why kiss The siss. But if she gives your chin a thwack, Why whack Her back! A great many newspaper men lie awake night after night mentally debating whether they will leave their property to some charitable institution or spend it the next day for something with a little lemon in it. It was during his earlier connection wit
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