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SUNDAY MORNING IN "OLD VIRGINIA." BY E. A. ABBEY. SEE PAGE 451.

THE WORLD ON WHEELS.--GARDEN CHAIR, ABOUT 1700.

As You Please.

"DEAREST. do you know you grieve me

More than I can well express?

You are lovely, but, believe me,

Something's wrong about your dress.

It may be the height of fashion,--

What. In fact, is always worn;

But-- don't get into a passion--

Change it ere the morrow morn."

Like a kind, obedient lady,

Straight the good wife went. I ween,

Robed herself in vesture shady,

Faced him in a sad sage green.

Quoth she, bowing to corretion,

"Here's the last aeshetic 'fad;'"

Said he, with wild interjection,

"Bless me, dear, you must be mad!"

Then she wore a jersey, fitting

Like an eel-skin all complete,

With a skirt so tight that sitting

Was an agonizing feat.

Cried she with supreme conviction.

"This, I think, will suit the men;"

It was not a benediction

That he breathed upon her then!

Still she kept her temper sweetly,

And, with aggracating smiles.

Dressed herslf and did it neatly--

In a mixture of all styles,--

Modern, classic, Dolly Varden;

Then she brought him to his knees!

For he cried. "I beg your pardon;

Dress, in future- as you please!"