A Darling Payne

At tlie wedding of Dr. Datllng to Miss ?tiyne last weck, a ring at the door was leard, and in nn enrelope wklch wasdiscoveied was a poem wliicli for its bris;litness and the mystery attending ts origin ve pubhsh : Go qu'ck ? send litfle Jakcy, (Oh L rïear, I am to sheky,) Down tuwn for Dl . Bivakev. Our Dading 'g got a " Payue." How Ray he is tn-night ! Thero ' in hi eycs a wondrona lisht, Nothintr ¦lirmlna in Ihe sight, Yet I know he 's Lot a rajuie. Ile chats with one anti then another, And rri-ata ech one just hro lier, What powir heha i'o tunothcr: W ho 'd ihiuk be had n Payni ï Y' 1 1 know it, yes, I feel it, He must v'-ryaoon rpvt'al ir, Fur lie cannoi lona cimceal i+, For he ' surely u'ot a Paj-n . l'nliki' mot men with a pain, He -e-k n oi.e el-e 'o brame, Aml oriet, pshaw ! what 's in u nninc:' I glory in niy Payne. ITe'll no lonir need tho fortitude, To enrtura ll thi'iLrs in soUinde, Uu wem hi he fl'led with üraliturto, Iu tbe poBsession of his Payne. Ro now wc wlsh him joy, 'Ihij ;reat M D.irlintr boy ; Payne without alloy; LodL as life remaine. Ann Arbor, Oct. iï, 1S8Í.