I noticed your socks of scarlet And your jersey of dainty cream, And I said to myself, “How handsome!” And I fell in a blissful dream. But, O! when your nose was bleeding My eyes with the tears grew dim, And I hated the man who punched you That night at the German Gym. And when, as the fight grew fiercer, He gave you a bad black eye, And the hard-hearted people cheered him, I felt I should have to cry; But, pulling yourself together, You hammered away at him, Till he reeled like a drunken gaby That night at the German Gym. And, O, when the nice kind judges Declared you had won the fight, And the people rose up and shouted, I trembled with wild delight. I felt so proud of my lover, That my eyes began to swim; I never knew _how_ I loved you Till that night at the German Gym. And now we’ve been ten years married, And Johnny our boy is eight; His daddy’s too stout for boxing, And has doubled his fighting weight. But I hope that in years to come, dear-- It is only a mother’s whim-- Our Johnny will put the gloves on, And box at the German Gym. I should like to sit there with you, dear, The night that our boy competes, And see him upholding bravely The fame of his father’s feats. It will carry us back in fancy To the past that no time can dim, When his dad was the champion boxer Of the dear old German Gym. Tottie. BY OUR LUNATIC RHYMING SLANGSTER. As she walked along the street With her little “plates of meat,” And the summer sunshine falling On her golden “Barnet Fair,” Bright as angels from the skies Were her dark blue “mutton pies,” In my “East and West” Dan Cupid Shot a shaft and left it there. She’d a Grecian “I suppose,” And of “Hampstead Heath” two rows In her “sunny south” that glistened Like two pretty strings of pearls; Down upon my “bread and cheese” Did I drop and murmur, “Please Be my ‘storm and strife,’ dear Tottie, O, you darlingest of girls!” Then a bow-wow by her side, Who till then had stood and tried A “Jenny Lee” to banish, Which was on his “Jonah’s whale,” Gave a hydrophobic bark (She cried, “What a Noah’s ark!”), And right through my “rank and riches” Did my “cribbage-pegs” assail. Ere her bull-dog I could stop She had called a “ginger-pop,” Who said, “What the ‘Henry Neville’ Do you think you’re doing there?” And I heard, as off I slunk, “Why, the fellow’s ‘Jumbo’s trunk!’” And the “Walter Joyce” was Tottie’s With the golden “Barnet Fair.” The Welshman in London.