The Girl Herself

'Twas not her bonnot, it is true; 'Twas not her bonnet niee ard new That fixed iny idly rovinf eyo That summer day as she passed by. I cannot teil you how 'twas made; I cannot teil the rlbbon's shade. Kor just the color of the wreath- I only saw tho face beneath. I noticed uot her dress tho wblle, If it vvero lnado in latest style, With Grecian folds and closest fit, Or furbt'lowH adorning it. It may havo been of fiinisy wear; I do not know, I do not rare, Por all iy thoughts that wandered wide Were centered on the girl inside. Oh, she was sweet from head to feet, The prettiost girl upon tha strcetl Depending not on ontward dress To ompbasize her loveliness. Thougli many another maiden owes Her chief nttraction to her clothes, This one, though well supplied with pelf, Would have no rival to herself. ïf yon shocld meet this maid by chance, You'd give her more than passing flanee. And noto porhaps with some surprise Her perfect raouth, her lovely eyes. Bat, oh, I warn you not to let Your heart escape its bounds as yetl She's spoken for- the charming elf I I'm going to niarry her myself I