TWO ACROSTICS

(To Miss Ruth Dymes.)

ROUND the wondrous globe I wander wild,

Up and down-hill- Age succeeds to youth-

Toiling all in vain to find a child

Half so loving, half so dear as Ruth.

(To Miss Margaret Dymes.)

MAIDENS, if a maid you meet

Always free from pout and pet,

Ready smile and temper sweet,

Greet my little Margaret.

And if loved by all she be

Rightly, not a pampered pet,

Easily you then may see

’Tis my little Margaret.