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“O, those girls!

Naughty, laughing, beautiful girls.”—Old Song.

I commenced boarding in a new place to-day, and am completely smitten by the charming table girl—

Oh, she is young and bright and fair,

With midnight eyes and inky hair,

Which unconfined, without a check,

Falls round a plump and snowy neck.

Oh, sweet she bends above my chair

Like Juno, when old Jove’s her care,

And as she stoops to hear me speak,

Soft falls her breath upon my cheek,

And I forget (true as I live)

The order that I fain would give.

Before her dark and earnest eyes

My appetite distracted flies,

And though I hungry sit me down,

I rise full as a country clown

Who by a picnic table stands,

And shovels in with both his hands.

’Tis true, at times the humble board

Does but a scant repast afford;

At times we grumble at the bread,

Or at the butter shake the head;

And oft the whisper circles round

About the mystery profound,

That may within the hash repose,

And any fateful stir disclose.

But still we linger, still we stay,

And hope for better things each day;

Thus proving that one winning face

Can keep from bankruptcy the place.