THE LAMP.
Priscilla and her husband at variance about a
place in the ceiling where a lamp was to be
suspended.
“Hang up the lamp,” Priscilla cried—
“Not there,” her husband straight replied:
“'Tis a wrong place—you'll have to mend it;
“I like not that position;
“And, dear Priscilla! your decision—
“I wish you would suspend it.”
“Be sure,” (she said) “Tom! Tom!—a little faster!”
“Stop—if you do it in that fashion—
“Hang me,” he utter'd in a passion.
“Tom! do you hear? quick—quick, obey your master!”
