TWO HUNTERS. 73

AU NWSOy. JehCOND Ia IRS)

Anecdote ef Victor Emmanuel, King of Italy.
oO Ly.

By Mrs. S. M. B. Pratt,

HEY met in the heat of a Southern sun. So the beautiful youth went home that night
And how did they iook? Oh, I fancy one With his black eyes blacker yet from tie fight.
‘Was a picturesque peasant. such as you may “Now,” the genial gentleman said “ it is mine —
See in a lover’s part, at tne play. And” (this to himself) “by the right divine,”

 

THEY MET IN A LONESOME PLACE.

This hunter was nothing at all, you see, At morning a carriage was sent to bring

- And the other was — everything! But he The wondering peasant before the king.
Was none too handsome, let us suppose, “Do you know me, sir?” “I'd the honor to fight
Although his face out-reddened the rose. With your Majesty, as I fear, last night.”
These two Italians met, as I said, “ And saw by the shot, when the hare was dressed,
In a lonesome place where a hare lay dead. That it was not mine — forgive me the rest :
“Tt is mine — I shot it,” one stormily cried ; There’s enough for us both —and it was not mine;

“It is mine —I shot it,” the other replied. Come in, I beg you, with me and dine.”