We'll soon be able-whist! I do be singin' till I'm hoorse, For iver since a month or more, my Larry's on the foorce! There's not a proivate gintleman that boords in all the row Who houlds himsilf loike Larry does, or makes as foine a show; Thim eyes av his, the way they shoine, his coat and butthons too- He bates thim kerrige dhroivers that be on the avenue! He shtips that proud and shtately-loike, you'd think he owned the town, And houlds his shtick convanient to be tappin' some wan down Aich blissed day, I watch to see him comin' up the shtrate, The little b'ys is feared av him, for Larry's moighty shtrict, And organ-groindhers scatthers whin they see him comin' by. I know that Larry's bound to roise; he'll get a sergeant's post, And afther that a captincy widhin year at most; And av he goes in politics he has the head to throive- The ugly shcamp! I always said, just as I'm tellin' you, coorse He'd niver come to anny good av he got on the foorce! 100 CHOICE SELECTIONS. No. 20. OUR COUNTRY.-W. J. PABODIE. Our country! 'tis a glorious land! With broad arms stretched from shore to shore; She hears the dark Atlantic roar; Rich prairies, decked with flowers of gold, Broad lakes her azure heavens behold, Go sweeping onward, dark and deep, 7 Great God! we thank thee for this home- VASHTI.-JULIA C. R. Dorr. Ahasuerus reigned. Kinglier king Clasping the sceptre my small hands between, Of rose and myrtle, pomegranate and orange bloom; Through the vast arches, till men smiled and wept For very joy. Then slowly keeping time To the gay cymbal's clearly ringing chime, |