THE TWINS.

One‘ s the pictur’ of his Pa,

And the other of her Ma —

Jes the bossest pair o’ babies‘ at a mortal ever saw!

And we love‘ em as the bees

Loves the blossoms of the trees,

A-ridin’ and a-rompin’ in the breeze!

One's got her Mammy's eyes —

Soft and blue as Apurl-skies —

With the same sort of a smile, like — Yes,

And mouth about her size,—

Dimples, too, in cheek and chin,

‘ At my lips jes wallers in,

A-goin’ to work, er gittin’ home agin.

And the other — Well, they say

That he's got his Daddy's way

O’ bein’ ruther soberfied, er ruther extry gay,—

That he either cries his best,

Er he laughs his howlin'est —

Like all he lacked was buttons and a vest!

Look at her!— and look at him!—

Talk about yer “Cheru-bim!”

Roll‘ em up in dreams together, rosy arm and chubby limb!

O we love‘ em as the bees

Loves the blossoms of the trees,

A-ridin’ and a-rompin’ in the breeze!