est,
The rosebud stained a deeper red.

But she, beside the wall that day,
A rosebud gave to other hands;
Nor thought of that one borne away
By him who rode to foreign lands.

_Bowdoin Orient._

~Bashful Johnny.~

Young bashful Johnny loved sweet May,
And went to court her every day,
But his tongue could never swear
He loved her true.
It seems to me, had I been there,
I'd vowed my love--now wouldn't you?

Sweet May would sit by Johnny's side
And all her thoughts to him confide,
Yet take her hand he'd never dare--
So near his, too.
It seems to me, had I been there,
I'd clasped it tight--now wouldn't you?

And May's red lips seemed to invite
Sweet kisses, but so bold a flight
He thought--yet wondered if she'd care--
Would never do.
It seems to me, had I been there,
I would have kissed her--now wouldn't you?

GEORGE G. GILLETTE.
_Williams Literary Monthly._

~Cupid's Blunder.~

Poor Cupid froze his wings one day,
When winds were cold and skies were gray,
And clouds with snow were laden.
A little maid was passing by;
She caught the rogue,--he could not fly,--
O naughty little maiden!

She sent him off with sharpen'd dart,
To steal for her a certain heart;
But, oh, the mishap stupid!
Since Cupid's blind, and cannot see.
He went astray, and came to me.
O naughty little Cupid!

So that is why my heart is gone,
And I am dreary and forlorn,
With tears my eyes are laden.
She does not want my heart--ah, no!
I did not wish to have it go;
O Cupid, and O maiden!

GERTRUDE JONES.
_Wellesley Magazine._

~As Toll.~

Lovely Mabel, were you dreaming?
Glad the day you said to me,
Dancing eyes so brightly beaming,
"Give my love to dear Marie!"
What a strange exhilaration
To be bearer of your heart,
What a wonderful temptation
For a part.

For I have not tried to find her
Since you sent your love by me;
Day by day I think I'm blinder,--
Fruitless search, as you might see.
I wonder, if in sending,
If you choose your slave by chance,
What that twinkle was portending
In your glance?

Tell me, when I bear the treasure,
Would you very angry be
Should I keep a trifling measure
That was hardly meant for me?

For it's common in commissions
Some percentage of the whole
To extract from you patricians.
Just for toll.

JOHN BARKER.
_Williams Literary Monthly._

~Chansonette.~

Dimpled cheeks and scarlet lips,
Pink an