The Chap-book; semi-monthly . and the faith That it alone is ample meedFor all frustrations ; so, I graith My garden row for poppy seed. And therefore do I steep my soul In passion for the summertime ;I laugh to see the drunk drones roll. All nectar-drugged, from burdened cyme. And soon the droning humble-ht^y—No such gallant eer wore his spurs ! Wings loud to a catalpa-tree. Where *mong the streaked racemes now stirs A sated, truant zephyr-wight. Decoyed, by all the froth-like bloom. From riding on the billows height. And sporting where the white-caps spoom. The cherries, red and round and lu
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . and the faith That it alone is ample meedFor all frustrations ; so, I graith My garden row for poppy seed. And therefore do I steep my soul In passion for the summertime ;I laugh to see the drunk drones roll. All nectar-drugged, from burdened cyme. And soon the droning humble-ht^y—No such gallant eer wore his spurs ! Wings loud to a catalpa-tree. Where *mong the streaked racemes now stirs A sated, truant zephyr-wight. Decoyed, by all the froth-like bloom. From riding on the billows height. And sporting where the white-caps spoom. The cherries, red and round and lush. The boys and noisy cedar-birdsScarce leave taugment the new days blush. That warms the east and wakes the herds. Wide riot of this fruiting day ! From thickets where the berry drying heaps of marsh-grown hay; And where a Black-eyed-Susan wipes Its houri-eyes, that love the dusk. The honeysuckles to the eavesClimb with the prairie-rose; and, musk And rare, the night looks through the Stuart Thompson,. THE CHANTEUSE PRAWN BY A. E. BORIE. PICAROON 299 THE HUSBAND INTERVENES. • ^ \70\J are always so sympathetic, she said; andj[ added reflectively, ** and one can talk of onestroubles to you without any nonsense. I wondered dimly if she meant that as a challenge. Ihelped myself to a biscuit thing that looked neitherpoisonous nor sandy. ** You are one of the mostpuzzling human beings I ever met, I said — a perfectlysafe remark to any woman under any circumstances. ** Do you find me hard to understand : she said. **You are dreadfully complex. I bit at the biscuitthing and found it full of a kind of creamy bird-lime. (I wonder why women zvi// arrange these unpleasantsurprises for me. I sickened of candy twenty years ago). **How so? she was saying, and smihng her mostbrilliant smile. I have no doubt she thought we were talking rathernicely. ** Oh ! said I, and waved the cream biscuitthing, ** You challenge me to dissect you. -Well? ** And that is precisely
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