Oh! what shall I do now? 'twas looking at you
now;
Sure, sure such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet
again;
'"was the pride of my dairy, oh! Barney M'
Cleary,
You're sent for a plague to the girls of Cole
rmine.
I sat down beside her, and g ntly did dhide hi-r,
That such a mibfortune should give her such
pain;
A kiss then I gave her, and before I did leave
her.
She vow'd for such pleasaro she'd break it
again.
'Twas hay-making season. I can't tell the rea
son,
Miefortune, will never come single, 'tie
plain,
eor very soon after poor Kitty's disaster,
There was not a pitcher found whole in Cole
raine.
TWO 80HOOLVSLLOWS.
Over the hill and val,.h
Drawn by the sleas a apower,
The railroad king is iebrthng
' ifty miles an honrl
IIe counts his wealth by the millions,
By thousands counts his men;
O'er ten thousand miles of gleaming rails
He waves his sceptre pen.
The diamonds of the coal mines.
Where toil the miners grim.
And the gold of the waving cornfields
Pay tribute unto him.
But pale and worn is the monarch;
Unheeding is the eye
iefore which the smiling country
Goes flitting and whirling by.
And he sees but does not notice
The farmer rein old Gtray
At the crossing, to let the special paw,
Spooding upon its way.
Stalwart and strong is Farmer John.
And bronzed with sun and weather,
" !a, wife." he laughs. "you'd never think
He and I were boys togethnr!
" lie, that shadow, silent and sly,
No bigger than my arm.
He owns a hundred millions, and I
have only you and tile farm!
"IBut, Lord, who ever would chango with
him?
Poor fellow, he never sees
Our upland meadow of clover red.
