OSCULATION.

WHERE the summer breezes mingle

Perfumes with the laden air,

And the honeysuckle blossoms

Spread their fragrance everywhere,

Just within the broad veranda,

In a shady, cool retreat,

Lay our hero, Dick, reclining,

Ennuied, o'ercome with heat.

Hark! a step upon the carpet.

"Coming here. By Jove! it's Lou!

Happy thought! I'll feign a slumber,

Just to see what she will do."

And his eyelids then descended

O'er his laughing hazel eyes;

And, with blissful expectation,

There he waited for the prize.

Nearer, nearer came the footsteps,

Lightly as a fairy's tend;

While within his wicked ambush

Richard waited for the end.

Softly they approached the sofa,

Surely he it is they seek;

And, surprised and joyed, he felt a

Timid kiss upon his cheek!

Thrilled with fond imagination,

Up he sprang with ardor then,

And, with love's own burning passion,

Clasped his faithful pointer, Ben! -

Clasped him with delicious triumph,

Pressed him fondly to his breast,

Then with madness gazed upon him -

Well, we will omit the rest!

WALLINGFORD.