Ou think me bold), but I-- I stole a kiss. The tale is told; perhaps it's true, Perhaps it was a deed to rue; But when that look came in her eye I thought she wished to have me try-- I don't know how 'twould been with you-- _I_ stole a kiss. ROBERT PORTER ST. JOHN. _Amherst Literary Monthly._ ~A Ballad of Dorothy.~ It's "Dorothy! Where's Dorothy?" From morn to even fall, There's not a lad on Cowslip Farm Who joins not in the call. It's Dolly here and Dolly there, Where can the