The Evening Star.
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THE THAMES (NEW ZEALAND), SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17 189,

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Original Poetry.
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"FAT ED."

He asked her once, to wed him— But she laughed, and said " nay, nay." He sighed, and sighing left her To return another day.
He asked her twice, to wed him— But she shook her wilfW bead : Tho' he pleaded by the liring And the memory of the dew.
H« asked her thrice, to wed him— - Oh! she grew so cold, and still! Was it destiny, extorted From those poor, pale lips, " I will P"

With hand and voice she wedded, Naught else coald she bettow.. Her heart went o'er the ocean With her lore of long ago..
Now death hath claimed the wooer, And the half-reluctant bride.. The true lore of her girlhood, Whom she wounded in her pride.'

They sleep, fall widely severed; -. Died far apart; all thrte—• ( Oh I Heaven's light is needed, To illume life's mystery!

M, A. SiNCHW.
Queen Btraet, Thames.
Comic Cleanings.
CANNY SCOTS.
An old gentleman, who in his early man hood visited Sir Walter Scott, at Abbots* ford, tells the following story apropos of of tbe Wizard of the North :—

We took a walk one evening just as the sun was setting, and although I-was young and active and Sir Walter middle-aged and noticeably lame, it taxed me to keep put with him. ;,

He came to a halt on a hill back of the house, and was about to call my attention to different points in the pcene before us, when the panting of a man near by at tracted our attention.
