Yallah, too, hain’t she Gumbo? I hain’t foolin’, honey! Reason dat yo’ love her so! I hain’t foolin’, honey! Ef she had de wooly hyah, Face ez black ez ol’ pine tah! Court her? bet yo’ wooden’, dah! I hain’t foolin’, honey! Gwine to marry her, Gumbo? Stop yo’ foolin’, honey! What dat? say yo’ doesn’t kno’? Stop yo’ foolin’, honey! Ax’d her fo’ her hea’t an’ han’? Bet yo’ habben’ got de san’! ’Fess up, Gumbo, umph! mah lan’! I hain’t foolin’, honey! Bet she hain’t stuck on yo’ ’tall! I hain’t foolin’, honey! Does she kiss yo’ when yo’ call? Stop yo’ foolin’, honey! Lan’ sakes, Gumbo, yo’ woan’ do! Go ’way; no, I woan’ kiss yo’! Git yo’ big foots off mah shoe! I hain’t foolin’, honey! I doan’ kiss no rusty coon! I hain’t foolin’, honey! Who, yo’ be mah chaperoon? Hain’t you foolin’, honey? Pick mah comp’ny, whut I do! Lawd sakes, knows I doan’ want yo’! Good day, home Ise long go due! I hain’t foolin’, honey! SLEEP. Sleep! Cums de solemn night, An’ de day’s tuck flight! Not er bird ner coon Am er whis-lin’ choon. Sleep! Sleep! Slo’ de hours slip ’long To de brooklet’s song, In de sof deep hush Cums de star’s sweet blush. Sleep! Sleep! In er lonesum tone Ez he creep erlone, Cums de cricket call Fum de vine clad wall. Sleep! Sleep! Up de hillside steep Now de moon take creep! Th’ew de cab’n loft, gleam On er coon in dream. Sleep! A PROFUSE ENCOMIUM. Lookin’ nice to-night, Miss Liza, Yo’s out dressed ’em all to-night. Wid dat ah so frusterkaytun Yo’ so dazzlin’ in de light! Please doan’ ’strew mah wurds fo flattah Spoken incandessenly, But! wid mutuallistic frankness ’Cep ’em fabbrykayshenly. “Thank you, Mistah Johnsin’, Do yo’ think I look so fine? ’Deed sah, Mistah Johnsin’, Yo’ so asterroshus kine. Woan’ yo’ sot beside me An’ conversykate er while, Please doan’ hab no skooples Kaze Ize togged up in dis style.” “Yo’s suppassed yo’se’f, Miss Liza, Quiv-vah-kay-shah-ently gran’, An’ yo’ grace dis runkshus ’kayshun Lak one fum de glory lan’. Ef yo’ hab no interjeckshuns Kaze sech ’joicin’ frollerkayshun Gibbs fellerisher-tish-shus glee.” “’Skyoose me, Mistah Johnsin’, I doan’ kyah to mingel late, I wood raddah be specktay-shus Sotin’ hyeah wid Mistah Gate. Not dat I doan’ d’ sah yo’ tenshun An’ doan’ preeshee-ate yo’ ’’ques’, I prefer tran-quil-ler-kayshun Sotin’ lookin’ at de res’.”