Thy nest's inlaid with posies rare, And pretty, pretty; Bloom violet, rose, and lily there; The place is full of balmy dew (The tears of flowers in love with you!); And one and all, impassioned, call, "O pretty, pretty! O dear little partridge!" Thy feathers they are soft and sleek,-- So pretty, pretty! Long is thy neck, and small thy beak, The color of thy plumage far More bright than rainbow colors are. Sweeter than dove is she I love,-- My pretty, pretty! My dear little partridge! When comes the partridge from the tree, So pretty, pretty, And sings her little hymn to me, Why, all the world is cheered thereby, The heart leaps up into the eye, And Echo then gives back again Our "Pretty, pretty!" Our "Dear little partridge!" Admitting thee most blest of all, And pretty, pretty, The birds come with thee at thy call; In flocks they come, and round thee play, And this is what they seem to say,-- They say and sing, each feathered thing, "Ah, pretty, pretty! Ah, dear little partridge!" CORINTHIAN HALL. CORINTHIAN HALL is a tumble-down place, Which some finical folks have pronounced a disgrace; But once was a time when Corinthian Hall Excited the rapture and plaudits of all, With its carpeted stairs, And its new yellow chairs, And its stunning _ensemble_ of citified airs. Why, the Atchison Champion said 'twas the best Of Thespian temples extant in the West. It was new, and was ours,--that was ages ago, Before opry had spoiled the legitimate show,-- It was new, and was ours! We could toss back the jeers Our rivals had launched at our city for years. Corinthian Hall! Why, it discounted all Other halls in the Valley, and well I recall The night of the opening; from near and afar Came the crowd to see Toodles performed by De Bar. Oh, those days they were palmy, and never again Shall earth see such genius as gladdened us then; For actors were actors, and each one knew how To whoop up his art in the sweat of his brow. He'd a tragedy air, and wore copious hair; And when he ate victuals, he ordered 'em rare. Dame Fortune ne'er feazed him,--in fact, never could When liquor was handy and walking was good.