stuck in one o' them are flambergasted snow-banks, and there we sot, onable to stir, and to cap all, while we was a sittin' there, husband was took with a dretful crik in his back. Now _that_ was what I call a _perdickerment_, don't you? Most men would a swore, but husband dident. He only said, says he, "Consarn it." How did we get out, did you ask? Why we might a benn sittin' there to this day fur as _I_ know, if there hadent a happened to come along a mess o' men in a double team, and they hysted us out. But I was gwine to tell you that observation of hisen. Says he to me, says he, "Silly" (I could see by the light o' the fire, there dident happen to be no candle burnin', if I don't disremember, though my memory is sometimes ruther forgitful, but I know we wa'n't apt to burn candles exceptin' when we had company)--I could see by the light of the fire that his mind was oncommon solemnized. Says he to me, says he. "Silly." I says to him, says I, "What?" He says to me, "_We're all poor critters!_" WHAT LACK WE YET? BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE When Washington was president He was a mortal icicle; He never on a railroad went, And never rode a bicycle. He read by no electric lamp, Ne'er heard about the Yellowstone; He never licked a postage stamp, And never saw a telephone. His trousers ended at his knees; By wire he could not snatch dispatch; He filled his lamp with whale-oil grease, And never had a match to scratch. But in these days it's come to pass, All work is with such dashing done, We've all these things, but then, alas-- We seem to have no Washington! JACOB BY PHOEBE CARY He dwelt among "Apartments let," About five stories high; A man, I thought, that none would get, And very few would try. A boulder, by a larger stone Half hidden in the mud, Fair as a man when only one Is in the neighborhood. He lived unknown, and few could tell When Jacob was not free; But he has got a wife--and O! The difference to me! TO BARY JADE BY CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS The bood is beabig brighdly, love; The sdars are shidig too; While I ab gazig dreabily, Add thigkig, love, of you. You caddot, oh! you caddot kdow, By darlig, how I biss you-- (Oh, whadt a fearful cold I've got!-- Ck-_tish_-u! Ck-ck-_tish_-u!) I'b sittig id the arbor, love, Where you sat by by side, Whed od that calb, autubdal dight You said you'd be by bride. Oh! for wud bobedt to caress Add tederly to kiss you; Budt do! we're beddy biles apart-- (Ho-_rash_-o! Ck-ck-_tish_-u!) This charbig evedig brigs to bide The tibe whed first we bet: It seebs budt odly yesterday; I thigk I see you yet. Oh! tell be, ab I sdill your owd? By hopes--oh, do dot dash theb! (Codfoud by cold, 'tis gettig worse-- _Ck-tish-u!_ Ch-ck-_thrash_-eb!)