Bless The Old Maids

God bless the old malde, Wilh their frequent decades Of years ivhich come faster and faster; H'ut there's oue thlne in lift - lf they can't be wife, They are free to be tlieir oivm raaster. See the poor slaving crew ld uives, eood aud true, All patiënt In motherly duty, 'I ho' the kids, wel) or sick. Much resemble '■ old Nick." Each motber declares her's a beauty. If old maids be nit w i es. They're nut wasting tlu'ir Uves In toiiiiiK for some shlftlessdevll; All of uiik'li proves the fact, They're not wanting in tact, And liiivL' heads decidedly level. If there's anyone UJ, Who so quite lilis the bilí As au old malden auntie or ter? Tho' you joke her rhen well, Still toö never uill teil, llow often in sickness you've klssed her. Yes. we fcnow slie's precise, And, 'twould seem, over nice, Bin you dou't have tof eed lierordress her; For she i;iys lier oun u aj . And is naelul each day, And so we aKaln say - (od bless her. Liiugsburg, May 19.