Upon the kerb a maiden neat--
Her watchet eyes are passing sweet--
There stands and waits in dire distress:
The muddy road is pitiless,
And 'buses thunder down the street!
A snowy skirt, all frill and pleat;
Two tiny, well-shod, dainty feet
Peep out, beneath her kilted dress,
Upon the kerb!
She'll first advance and then retreat,
Half frightened by a hansom fleet.
She looks around, I must confess,
With marvellous coquettishness!--
Then droops her eyes and looks discreet,
Upon the kerb!
Definition of "THE HAPPY MEAN."--A joyful miser.
TO PEOPLE DOWN IN THE WORLD.--Try the new hotels: they will give you a lift.
