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Page 53SUNDAY MORNING IN "OLD VIRGINIA." BY E. A. ABBEY. SEE PAGE 451. THE WORLD ON WHEELS.--GARDEN CHAIE, 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!" | Page 53 |