ittle Maid-o'-Dreams, confess
You're divine and nothing less,--
For with mortal palms, we fear,
Yet must pet you, dreaming here--
Yearning, too, to lift the tips
Of your fingers to our lips;
Fearful still you may rebel,
High and heav'nly oracle!
Thus, though all unmeet our kiss,
Pardon this!--and this!--and this!

Little Maid-o'-Dreams, we call
Truce and favor, knowing all!--
All your magic is, in truth,
Pure foresight and faith of youth--
You're a child, yet even so,
You're a sage, in embryo--
Prescient poet--artist--great
As your dreams anticipate.--
Trusting God and Man, you do
Just as Heaven inspires you to.

TO THE BOY WITH A COUNTRY

DAN WALLINGFORD

Dan Wallingford, my jo Dan!--
Though but a child in years,
Your patriot spirit thrills the land
And wakens it to cheers,--
You lift the flag--you roll the drums--
We hear the bugle blow,--
Till all our hearts are one with yours,
Dan Wallingford, my jo!

CLAUDE MATTHEWS

GOVERNOR OF INDIANA

Steadfastly from his childhood's earliest hour--
From simplest country life to state and power--
His worth has known advancement,--each new height
A newer glory in his fellow's sight.

So yet his happy fate--though mute the breath
Of thronging multitudes and thundrous cheers,--
Faith sees him raised still higher, through our tears,
By this divine promotion of his death.

TO LESLEY

Burns sang of bonny Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border,--
Gaed like vain Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.

I sing another Lesley,
Wee girlie, more alluring,
Who stays at home, the wise one,
Her conquests there securing.

A queen, too, is my Lesley,
And gracious, though blood-royal,
My heart her throne, her kingdom,
And I a subject loyal.

Long shall you reign, my Lesley,
My pet, my darling dearie,
For love, oh, little sweetheart,
Grows never old or weary.

THE JUDKINS PAPERS

FATHER AND SON

Mr. Judkins' boy came home yesterday with a bottle of bugs in his
pocket, and as the quiet little fellow sat on the back porch in his
favorite position, his legs elbowed and flattened out beneath him like
a letter "W," his genial and eccentric father came suddenly upon him.

"And what's the blame' boy up