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The emperor stopped and beckoned to the man:
“Who is't thou bearest to the grave?” he said. "Only a soldier, sire," the short reply,
"Only a soldier dead.'
“Only a soldier," musing, said the czar;
Only a Russian who was poor and brave. Move on. I follow. Such a one goes not
Unhonored to his grave.”
He bent his head, and silent raised his cap,
The czar of all the Russias—pacing slow,
Slowly across the snow.
Looked on that sight, then followed silently,-
All in one company.
Till thousands stood around the friendless grave, Led by that princely heart, who, royal, true,
Honored the poor and brave.
E was black as the ace of spades, you see,
And scarcely as high as a tall man's knee;
He wore a hat that was minus a brim, But that, of course, mattered nothing to him. His jacket-or what there was left of itScorned his little black shoulders to fit; And as for stockings and shoes-dear me! Nothing about such things knew he. He sat on the curbstone, one pleasant day, Placidly passing the hours away. His hands in the holes, which for pockets were meant His thoughts on the clouds overhead were intent; When down the street suddenly marching along
Came soldiers and horses, and such a great throng
hip, hip, hurrah!" the lad sprang to his feet,
In dis yere great kentry you ain't got no pride.
THE ROSY NORTH.
E had to wait for half an hour between Charleston and
Savannah for the Waycross train, and during this time
a black man came up to me and inquired: Say, boss, doan' you lib up Norf?”
“Dat's what I reckoned on. Kin I ax a few questions?”
* You can.”
Wall, sah, does ebery culld man up dar own a brick house wid a cupolo on top?
Oh, no.” “ Does he walk aroun' wid a bag of gold in one han' an'a bag of silver in de odder ?
never saw any of them taking such a walk.” “Do dey all own hosses an' kerridges?"
No.” Do dey all have di'monds an' pearls an' velvets?” "No."
“Say, boss, my name's Jones, an' I lib ober beyant dat pine woods. My ole woman am all de time stirrin' me up to go Norf, an' she really believes dat if we once git up dar we kin go out befo' breakfast, an' pick up a pailful of di’monds. Now, sah, tell me de solemn truf 'bout it! Could we do it?”
No.' “Two quarts?”
“Dat's nuff, boss—dat settles me! I reckon if I axed you about one quart you'd say yes, but if anybody 'spects l’ze gwine to fool aroun' wid any sich small taters as dat dey am sadly tooken in. l’ze kept house long ’nuff to know dat a quart of di'munds a day wouldn't keep a fam'ly in co'n cake and bacon half de time. "Bleeged to ye, boss. Mebbe I'll git up dat way
', arter awhile; but I shan't 'spect to own no brick houses wid a cupolo on top till I've bin dar a whole week or longer."
ELINDA was a cautious little maid,
Whose motto was the single word, “ Beware!"
She never lost a chance to be afraid,
Yet all the while her natural timidity
Obliged one day, upon a railway train,
To sit beside a grave, sedate young man, A sudden terror filled Belinda's brain:
“He'll surely pick my pocket if he can. 'Tis true he looks respectable; but then The worst of sharpers pose as gentlemen.”
They reached a tunnel in another minute.
Belinda, with her customary care, To guard her pocket, slipped her hand within it;
But found another hand already there! To show her fortitude and hide her fright, She grasped the villain's fist and held it tight,
Until they reached the open track again;
And as the train into the daylight rushed As if it fain would break its record, then
No wonder that the modest maiden blushed, No wonder that the villain smiled a smile: Her hand was in his pocket all the while.
" BRING OUT YOUR DEAD."
MARGARET H. LAWLESS.
Reechoed to no passing feet,
Except of those who braved the fear
Bring out your dead!”
And in that time of fear and death,
With breath hard drawn and glaring eye
The bearers gone, she turned toward him;
Then, as that warning cleft the air,