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ES, Jack Brown was a splendid fellow
But married for love, you know;

I remember the girl very well —

Sweet little Kitty Duffau. Pretty, and loving, and good,

And bright as a fairy elf,

I was very much tempted indeed
To marry Kitty myself.

"But her friends were all of them poor, And Kitty had not a cent;

And I knew I should never be

With love in a cottage' content.

So Jack was the lucky wooer.

Or unlucky-anyway

You can see how shabby his coat,
And his hair is turning grey.

"But I'm told he thinks himself rich
With Kitty and homely joys;

A cot far away out of town,
Full of noisy girls and boys.
Poor Jack! I'm y, and all that,

But of cou: That fellows wi

Must drink (

very well knew marry for love.

the liquor they brew."

And the handsome Augustus smiled,

His coat was in perfect style,
And women still spoke of his grace,

And gave him their sweetest smile.
But he thought that night of Jack Brown,
And said, "I'm growing old;

I think I must really marry

Some beautiful girl with gold."

Years passed, and the bachelor grew
Tiresome, and stupid, and old;

He had not been able to find

The beautiful girl with gold. Alone with his fancies he dwelt, Alone in the crowded town,

Till one day he suddenly met

The friend of his youth, Jack Brown.

"Why, Gus!"

"Why, Jack!" What a meeting! Jack was so happy and gay; The bachelor sighed for content, As he followed his friend away

To the cot far out of town,

Set deep in its orchard trees, Scented with lilies and roses,

Cooled with the ocean breeze.

'Why, Jack, what a beautiful place! What did it cost?" "Oh, it grew. There were only three rooms at first,

Then soon the three were too few.

MARRIED FOR LOVE.

So we added a room now and then;
And oft in the evening hours,
Kitty, the children and I

Planted the trees and flowers.

"And they grew as the children grew

(Jack, Harry, and Grace and Belle)."
"And where are the youngsters now?"
"All happy and doing well.

Jack went to Spain for our house,—
His road is level and clear,-
And Harry's a lawyer in town,

Making three thousand a year.

"And Grace and Belle are well married,They married for love, as is best;

But often our birdies come back

To visit the dear home nest.

So my sweet wife Kitty and I

From labor and care may cease; We have enough, and age can bring Nothing but love and peace."

But over and over again

The bachelor thought that night, "Home, and wife, and children!

Jack Brown was, after all, right. Oh! if in the days of my youth

I had honestly loved and wed!

For now when I'm old there's no one cares
Whether I'm living or dead."

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The Great Attraction.

HI, charming Kitty, fair art thou,
Fair as a rose in June;

Thy hair like braided sunshine is,
Thy voice pleasant tune.
But 'tis not for tn, Beauty, sweet,
I lay my heart beneath thy feet —
Not for thy Beauty, sweet.

But thou art wise and witty too;
Thy little tongue can say

The shrewdest and the sweetest things
In such a pleasant way.

But 'tis not for thy Wisdom, sweet,
I lay my heart beneath thy feet-
Not for thy Wisdom, sweet.

And thou canst sing and dance and paint,
And chatter French and Greek,
And to the poet, priest and sage,
In his own way canst speak.
But 'tis not for thy Learning, sweet,
I lay my heart beneath thy feet-
Not for thy Learning, sweet.

Thou art so amiable and true,
Thy temper is so mild,

So humble and obedient too,

Love guides thee like a child.

SWEETS OF WOMAN'S LIFE.

But not for thy good Temper, sweet,
I lay my heart beneath thy feet-
Not for thy Temper, sweet.

Not for thy Beauty or thy Youth,
Not for thy Heart's rich store,
Not for thy sunny Temper's truth,
Thy Wisdom, Wit, or Lore,

I love thee, sweet: such things are trash,
I love thy hundred thousand Cash-
Thy $100,000 Cash!

Sweets of Woman's Life,

BABY at rest on mother's breast,

Too young to smile or weep,

Conscious of naught but mother's love,

So sweet is infant's sleep.

A child at play in meadows green,
Plucking the fragrant flowers,

Chasing the bright-winged butterflies,-
So sweet are childhood's hours.

A maiden fair as early dawn,

Radiant with every grace,

Glad'ning the eye that looks on her,

So sweet is beauty's face.

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