Poems of James McIntyre Part 26

Youths tried with old man to prevail, To let them blaze away at quail, But though they longed for a fat pot, At them they never got a shot.

No more the old man doth them shield, For they have flown to broader field, Long may they spread their wings and tail, And may no foe them 'ere a.s.sail.

LINES ON THE FINDING OF A YOUNG MAN'S BODY IN TORONTO BAY.

His ident.i.ty was discovered by finding the maker's name on the suit he wore and by sending a strip of the cloth to the maker in Montreal.

A young man's body long it lay In bottom of Toronto Bay, But at last the waters bore, And raised him up near to the sh.o.r.e.

But no one knew his rank or station, No one knew his home or nation, But his form and dress were genteel, And sorrow many they did feel.

Kind man took charge of the remains, And was well rewarded for his pains, So skilful he did him embalm, Restored the features sweet and calm.

The father came and he did bless The man who did restore the face, And saved for him his son's remains, And thus he fame and honor gains.

LINES ON A LAWN PARTY.

Where it was announced ten days previous that the cereus would bloom, August, 1888.

We own we felt a little curious, To see the rare night blooming cereus, And as if 'twas divine anointed, It came in bloom at the time appointed, And gorgeous too their oleander, None 'ere saw shrub blossom grander.

LINES ADDRESSED TO AN OLD BACHELOR.

In summer time we roam o'er dingle, But winter draws us round the ingle, Why do you remain thus single, When love would make two hearts tingle, Pray, tell me why my dearest wingle, With the fair you do not mingle, Better with love 'neath cot of shingle, Than all your yellow gold to jingle.

For married life you would enjoy, And soon a little girl and boy, They would your leisure hours employ, At Christmas you could buy each toy, And fill their little hearts with joy, For their amus.e.m.e.nts never cloy, Business cares do men annoy, Child's happiness knows no alloy.

LINES READ AT A LADIES' AID.

After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend, On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a ladies' aid.

'Tis pleasant way of taking tea, Improvement on the old soiree, On such a time as this I find Food for body and for mind.

Gladly all obey the call, To attend this pleasant social, And we hope none will lament The time and money they have spent.

FEMALE REVENGE.

"Revenge is sweet, especially to women."--Byron.

I heard Bill say to-day, Mary, That you are a charming fairy, And that to town he'd give you drive, But just as sure as you're alive, He does intend to have the bliss, Of stealing from your lips a kiss.

I'll let him drive me now, Jane, His efforts they will all be vain, I hate him, and I him defy, And anger flashed from her eye, The monster's wiles I will defeat, Peck of strong onions I will eat.

LINES ON A TYPEWRITER.

Having received a letter from a gentleman glorying in his typewriter we replied as follows:

You glory in your typewriter, And its virtues you rehea.r.s.e, But we prefer the old inditer, For to write either prose or verse.

And let each man work his will, But never never do abuse The ancient and glorious quill From the wing of a fine old goose.

ALL MEN ARE BROTHERS.

We are in ancient stories told, All were brothers in days of old, But these with facts they do not chime For all mankind do love the dime, And worship the mighty dollar, And admire the golden collar, The rich man's washed with whitest lime, The poor man's cover'd o'er with slime, But we should try to love each other And treat each man as our brother.

THE GOOD MAN.

Cheerful and happy was his mood, He to the poor was kind and good, And he oft' times did find them food, Also supplies of coal and wood, He never spake a word was rude, And cheer'd those did o'er sorrows brood, He pa.s.sed away not understood, Because no poet in his lays Had penned a sonnet in his praise, 'Tis sad, but such is world's ways.

Humorous.