A BACHELOR'S VIEWS.





A pipe, a book,

A cosy nook,

A fire,--at least its embers;

A dog, a glass:--

'Tis thus we pass

Such hours as one remembers.



Who'd wish to wed?

Poor Cupid's dead

These thousand years, I wager.

The modern maid

Is but a jade,

Not worth the time to cage her.



In silken gown

To "take" the town

Her first and last ambition.

What good is she

To you or me

Who have but a "position"?



So let us drink

To her,--but think

Of him who has to keep her;

And _sans_ a wife

Let's spend our life

In bachelordom,--it's cheaper.



TOM HALL.





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