How A Valentine Is Wrought

ni w y ou ever Ktopped and thoueht Hem a .aleotmo s rrouLlu? Littlo Cupid, sprightly elf, At thts season shows himself. Th-re are si;;iis of him alway, But wf catcli a glimpse today Of the little fellow's work- And, indeed, he is no shirk. At all other tiüies we koow He is always "ou the go;" But today, 'tis pialo u sea, Little Cupid's oa a spree Weeks aLO. 1d his spare time. He besan composing rhyme; Then bef ore au easel staid Till his Valentines were made. Au I today, nben thi'y ara done. Cupid has his fun. He distributes with great raro Valentines for maidens fair. Little one, perbaps you ask: "Is tbis oot ■ dreadful tast For poor Cupid all alone It woulJ turn a heart oí etone." Ah, but let me teil yuu, dear. A little bird breathed ia my ear Tbat young Cupid, lu this pligbt. Blows a bom with all bia uugbt, And from every sylvan leu Come a bost of little meu. Kach oue to tbe task it tx-nt. Tbus tbe Valentines are seat. b it not a plcasant thougbt Bow a ralectine Is wrougbt?