The ring-tailed monkeys sported around, And the speckled snakes squirmed over the ground; When he heard their low-toned voices near. Ominous hour! sad to relate! A cocoanut dropped on Jean Jacque Knyfe's pate: And down a cold corpus Jean Jacque fell! Bo Peep she shrieked for a glass of rum, She mixed them together, and every speck They buried them under the Ginkgo-tree, And over Jean Jacque's and Bo Peep's grave Stranger! if ever you pass that way, THE PADDOCK. ELMS. THE belated wayfarer, whose steps led him to the vicinity of the granary burying-ground on a certain night, would, had he chanced to be of an observant nature, have seen a group of persons under one of the largest Paddock elms. He would have noticed that they were men considerably past the middle age, with marvellously weak hams, infirm of body, and rapidly entering into the lean-and-slippered-pantaloon period of life. They all had old-fashioned gingham umbrellas with brass nozzles and buck-horn handles, and were well muffled in comforters. One or two had long, heavy worsted stockings over their boots, and all had handkerchiefs tied over their hats and ears. They were wheezing and coughing piteously, and one or two of them seemed as though they would give up the ghost in some of the paroxysms of sneezing under which they occasionally suffered. The rain dripped from the ribs of their upraised umbrellas, which, when an occasional breath of air took them underneath, rendered their holders so unsteady as to give rise to the fear that the poor old gentlemen would be overturned. One of them, an amiable-looking fat person, with a round, baby face, smoothly shaven, and a pair of silver spectacles astride his nose, carried a tin lantern full of holes, like a nutmeg grater, in which a number-six tallow-candle flickered, emitting a sickly and spasmodic light. Had this same wayfarer concealed himself in a favorable spot, he would have heard this old gentleman, after a preliminary wheeze and a throatclearing cough, deliver himself to the following effect, in a shrill and piping voice: "We are convened here, gentlemen, to give vent to our indignation against those villains who would counsel the removal of the Paddock elms." A snuffle of approval was given by his listeners; and one in particular drooled with so much enthusiasm that he nearly went into a fit, and had to be thumped violently in the back with the handle of an umbrella before he could be brought to his senses again. "Gentlemen," continued the first speaker, "upon us, the oldest inhabitants, devolves the duty of preserving these relics of the past from the hand of the destroyer, and I take upon myself the duty of calling the meeting to order upon the steps of Park-street Church." Here an old gentleman began to sob, and to cluck like a hen; but he was soothed by one of his companions, who told him with much feeling not to be afraid, for the elms should not be removed, whereupon the entire party adjourned to the steps of Park-street Church, and held an indignation meeting. "I call Brother Behindhand to the floor," crooned the gentleman with the lantern; whereat the party addressed held on by the railings, and delivered himself as follows: "Brethren, we are met in one of the holiest of causes, the preservation of the Paddock elms. We played beneath them when we were children, and our parents played beneath them when they were children; and now, because some people have gone to work and built the city up to them, so that they are no longer in the country, it is proposed to remove them. Is it the fault of the trees that they are in the city? Did they ask anybody to cover the fields which once surrounded them with houses? Then, why should they be blamed because they are in the way? But they are not in the way. It is the streets and houses that are in the way. These trees, then, must remain at any cost." Here the speaker trembled with emotion, and the tears rolled down his aged cheeks. He essayed to speak again, but found himself unable to do so on account of shortness of breath, and the sobs which choked his utterance. severe fit of coughing attacked him also; and he felt suddenly obliged to sit down on the steps, where the warmth of his body presently melted a desirable spot in the snow, in which he could repose in comfort. A murmur of approval greeted him, and the oldest gentleman present proposed three cheers for the speaker. These were given at once, and with a vehemence that overturned two or three of the performers. The chairman then said : A "We would like to hear a few remarks from Brother Standstill." Brother Standstill came forward, but found himself suffering from a weakness in the knees, and was permitted to address the chair in a sitting posture. 66 'Brothers,” he whimpered in a weak treble voice, “I am, as you all know, adverse to any proposition for the removal of these trees. Already has the vandalism of the age introduced gas into houses, laid on water-mains, invented the telegraph, done away with mail coaches, and tolerated steam railroads. That is quite enough to submit to, and it is time that the advance of innovation was stayed. Tallow candles have nearly disappeared, and sperm-oil lamps have also Does your blood not boil at these outrages? have weakly submitted to them, but they are as nothing compared to the new one that is proposed, one that would gone. You cover the age with infamy: I allude to the removal of these beloved elms. Let all go but these! Save these, and you may well echo the words of Julius Cæsar, or Rufus Choate, or Charles I., I forget who now: All is gone but honor.' In the year 1794, when I was a boy, I remember riding from Roxbury to Long Wharf on a hay-wagon. Could I do that now? No! Emphatically no! I used to pick cherries from a tree on the corner of School Street. Can I do that now? No! It is well said by the poet, a bird in the hand — no, it was Æsop; is worth two no it was Alexander the Great! no; I"The speaker grew confused; and, to render his discomfiture greater, he began to cough, and lost his false teeth. The meeting was interrupted while the other old gentlemen began to hunt in the snow for them. The chairman opening the door of the lantern to give light, a gust of wind blew the candle out, and left them in the dark, whereupon there was a great consternation, in the midst of which the meeting adjourned. We hope, however, that these, the real advocates for the preservation of the Paddock elms, will not be discouraged, but will continue to exert themselves in favor of their cherished landmarks. B. E. Woolf. THE BOBOLINK. ONCE, on a golden afternoon, With radiant faces and hearts in tune, Wholly happy, they only knew That the earth was bright and the sky was blue, Pausing and peering with sidelong head, As saucily questioning all they said; While the ox-eye danced on its slender stem, And all glad nature rejoiced with them. Over the odorous fields were strewn Surged in the sunshine and breathed perfume. Swinging low on a slender limb, The sparrow warbled his wedding hymn, The bobolink sung with his heart on fire, - Kiss her! kiss, kiss her! Who will see? Only we three! we three! we three!" Tender garlands of drooping vines, Through dim vistas of sweet-breathed pines, Entered a gray-roofed bridge that lay Shaded by graceful elms which spread And darting and circling in merry chase, Fluttering lightly from brink to brink, Rallying loudly with mirthful din, Again beside them the tempter went, |