Then I think of our pic-nic. The sunshine came glinting,
And we thought that the summer had come--come to stay.
We did not walk too fast, you were constantly hinting
You were really afraid we were losing our way.
I seemed to be catching two glimpses of heaven,
As I gazed at the sky and kept looking at you;
For the party that started by being just seven
Had a curious habit of shrinking to two.

Why, that's quite sentimental. It isn't the fashion
To write of such things in so high flown a style.
Yet maybe I'm entitled to so much of passion
As to say that you won me outright with your smile.
Though a merciless fate may not let it befall so,
For we know not at all what there may be in store,
Yet next year, if you're down there--and I am there also,
Shall we do what we did in the summer before?

* * * * *

"TO ERR IS HUMAN."--"Even I am not always infallible," observed _Mr. P._,
on noticing that, in the dialogue under a picture, last week, the spelling
of "cover-coat" for "covert-coat" had escaped his eagle eye. Just as he was
wondering to himself how such things could be, his other and eagler eye
caught this line in the correspondence, _per_ "Dalziel," from Chicago, in
the _Times_ for Sept. 23:--"Great Britain has chosen a sight for her
buildings at the World's Fair." If "taken" had been substituted for
"chosen," the mistake might have borne a satirical meaning. No doubt Great
Britain has not made any error as to the site she has selected, from any