It was August the third;

And quite soft was the skies: Which it might be inferred

That Ah Sin was likewise;

Yet he played it that day upon William

And me in a way I despise.

Which we had a small game,
And Ah Sin took a hand:
It was euchre. The same

He did not understand;

But he smiled as he sat by the table, With the smile that was childlike

and bland.

Yet the cards they were stocked
In a way that I grieve.
And my feelings were shocked

At the state of Nye's sleeve; Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers,

And the same with intent to de-
ceive.

But the hands that were played
By that heathen Chinee,
And the points that he made,

Were quite frightful to see-
Till at last he put down a right bower,
Which the same Nye had dealt
unto me.

Then I looked up at Nye,

And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, "Can this be?

We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor".

And he went for that heathen
Chinee.

In the scene that ensued

I did not take a hand;

But the floor it was strewed

Like the leaves on the strand With the cards that Ah Sin had been hiding,

In the game "he did not understand."

In his sleeves, which were long,

He had twenty-four packs Which was coming it strong,

Yet I state but the facts; And we found on his nails, which were taper,

What is frequent in tapers - that's

wax.

UPON a rock yet uncreate,
Amid a chaos inchoate,
An uncreated being sate;
Beneath him, rock,
Above him, cloud.

And the cloud was rock,
And the rock was cloud.
The rock then growing soft and
warm,

The cloud began to take a form,
A form chaotic, vast and vague,
Which issued in the cosmic egg.
Then the Being uncreate
On the egg did incubate,
And thus became the incubator;
And of the egg did allegate,
And thus became the alligator;
And the incubator was potentate,
But the alligator was potentator.
ANONYMOUS.