ARTHUR KETCHUM.
_Williams Literary Monthly._


~Confession and Avoidance.~

They say that you're a flirt at best,
And warn me to beware: your glances
Would make, they say, a treach'rous test
By which to gauge a fellow's chances.
And yet--I love you so! a throng
Of passions bid me speak to-day.
Ah! darling, tell me they are wrong!
Are you as heartless as they say?

Am I? well, so I have been told,
Though never yet have I confessed it;
But you, sir, seem so very bold
That I--well, I admit you've guessed it.
Alas! 'tis true I'm heartless; yes,
They're right, but only right in part;
The reason, dear, is--can't you guess?
Because--because you have my heart.

JOHN ALAN HAMILTON.
_Cornell Magazine._


~Clarissa Laughs.~