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" WIu, Back, Ball ; Gee, 'ierr'! WIeoa-(a." BY 3. I.JOHNSON. Woa, back, Berry; gee, thar, woa.a- I 'Tie the s'lector's youth we hear, In the morning bright and clear Talking to his offside steer, Sometimes loud and sometimes low; "Weoat back, Ball I gee, Berry; woa-a l" Early,when the sun's first light Splashes red on mountain height, When the frost gleams in the air And blinks with bright eyes everywhere, The youth is up, the oxen fed, And soon they to the dray are led. Forth to the bush we see him go, And sometimes loud and sometimes low, We hear him: " Gee, Ball; woe, Berry, o... : Night and noonday m his eyes Mingle dark and brilliant dyes; On his cheek no sign of care Health alone exhibits there, Showing that his good rich blood Bears of joy a constant flood. No deep pallor ever lingers. - Showiog marks ofgrie s cold fingers, And Ambition'a deep set glow Ne'er has driven o'er his brow. While his thoughts are light and cherry, Oft ie speaks to Ball and Berry, Sometimes loud and sometimes low, " Woa, back, Ball; gee, Berry, woea-aa! Back and fourth he hourly goes. While still deeper is the rose On his fresh asd round loung cheek, As his thoughts an image seek Image of a dark-eyed girl, Who was bound hins with a curl. As lihe thinks of her sweet face, See him quickly increase his pace i But the cattle, never dreaming Of the impulse in him teeming, Still contnoue rather slow Till reminded with a blow, They quickly then improve their pace, Bound for their evening resting place ; Till their master hails them so: "Woa, back Ball; woa, Berry, woa-al" Never willhis joybe loes; He will grow in happiness. No grave cares will weigh his breast, Bringing toil when lie should r st, For no prize in life there lingers 'Bove the reach of his hard fingers. Where the sages toil and plough He ne'er wants nor dreams to go ; Where the wiser strive to prove, He's content with faith and love. Speculation's golden flight Ne'er disturbs his humble eight, He's contentented to be right. Some day, in future near, That sweet girl's face will appear, In the doorway of his home. When his day of toil is done, With his steers we see him soon. Driving home at twilight's moon,' And we see a fair one wait Eager for him at the gate. ' Now he's there; then speaks he lvw:. "Woa, back, Ball;. woa, Berry, wea-a-a Overheard in the ldab card-room, where four grave end silent gentlemen are seated at whist. Enter Dumley. - . i DmitLn x : "Ala, gentlemen,,' playing whist ?" Gtuoson (looking up rather wearily): "No, Dnmley, we are playing four-handed soli taire."' With Speed.-A" gentleman who had occasion to drain a section of low-lying land, remarked to an old Irisbman who was en gaged in laying the tiles - : .Martin, it. seems to me impossible that the water can run." "Ye may. be right, yer honor, it maynot ran, but it will travel very fast," was Martin's quick repl?. ..: : .. =1 . . :