Vinnie Rocks Her Garden And

I Don't Profess To Be Profound; But I Do Lay Claim To Common Sense.

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers And Went To Sleep. The Day Was Warm, And Winds Were Prosy; I Said: "'t Will Keep." I Woke And Chid My Honest Fingers,— The Gem Was Gone; And Now An Amethyst Remembrance Is All I Own.

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Answer July- Where Is The Bee- Where Is The Blush- Where Is The Hay? Ah, Said July- Where Is The Seed- Where Is The Bud- Where Is The May- Answer Thee-me-

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?