The Newberry Herald

Poetry.
THE LOVERS.
IN DIFFERENT MOODS AND TENSES.
Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who
taught,
And her friend, Charley Church, was a preach-
er who praught;
Although his enemies call him a screecher
who scraught.
His heart, when he saw her, kept sinking
and sunk,
And his eye, meeting hers, kept winking, and
wunk;
While she, in her turn, kept thinking and
thunk.
He hastened to woo her, and sweetly he
wooed,
For his love grew until a mountain it grewed,
And what he was longing to do then he dood,
In secret he wanted to speak and he spoke,
To seek with his lips what his heart long had
sought;
So he managed to let the truth leak, and it
loke.
He asked her to ride to church, and they rode;
They so sweetly did glide, that they both
thought they glode,
And they came to the place to be tied and
were toed.
Then homeward, he said, let us drive, and
they drove.
And as soon as they wished to arrive, they
arrived,
For whatever he couldn't contrive, she con-
trived.
The kiss he was dying to steal, then he stole,
At the feet where he wanted to kneel, there
he knelt;
And he said, "I feel better than ever I felt."
So they to each other kept clinging and clung,
While time his swift current was winging, and
wung:
And this was the thing he was bringing and
brung.
The man Sally wanted to catch and had
caught,
That she wanted from others to snatch and
had snaught,
Was the one that she now liked to scratch, and
she scraught.
And Charley's warm love began freezing, and
froze,
While he took to teasing and cruelly toze
The girl he had wished to be squeezing, and
squeezed.
"Wretch!" he cried, when she threatened to
leave him and left,
"How could you deceive me, as you have de-
ceaved?"
And she answered, "I promised to cleave, and
I've cleft."