Love’s Young Dream, 394 A Through Passenger, 397 The Signal Station, 400 Rather “Sloroppy,” 403 Sniffing the Battle from Afar, 404 Alighting Gracefully, 407 Revenge is Sweet, 411 The Exploring Party, 413 “Up he Comes,” 416 Unpromising Outlook, 418 No Collar, No Crumbs, 422 The Sexton, 429 The Clergyman in Limbo, 432 Sleepy Doby, 440 Opening his Heart, 444 Swearing to Get Even, 449 A Moving Scene, 457 Slipping Off the Mortal Coil, 458 The Last of his Race, 460 Abe Drake, 464 Kate Rykert, 466 Mrs. O’Laughlan, 472 Just as it Was, 473 Curing People’s Corns, 478 Bummers on the Raid, 484 A Drowsy Jury, 490 The Rocky Road to Masonry, 495 June, 497 The Fire Department, 506 Peering into the Depths, 508 Good-Bye, 509 Sketching from Nature, 510 So Sick! 511 At the Rail, 512 AH TIE. THAT DEADLY PIE. [Illustration] I Sing the woe and overthrow Of one debased and sly, Who entered soft a baker’s shop, And stole a currant pie. And not a soul about the place, And no one passing by, Chanced to detect him in the act, Or dreamed that he was nigh. The moon alone with lustre shone, And viewed him from the sky, And broadly smiled, as musing on The sequel by and by. Ah Tie began, while fast he ran, To gobble down the pie, Determined that, if caught at last, No proof should meet the eye. For not the fox, for cunning famed, The crow, or weasel, sly, Could with that erring man compare— The heathen thief, Ah Tie. But, blessings on the pastry man! Oh! blessings, rich and high, Upon the cook who cooked a rag Within that currant pie! Dim was the light, and large the bite The thief to bolt did try, And in his haste, along with paste, He gulped the wiper dry.