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By this delay. We must enclose
“ Just one more hour, just one! Delay!
Reluctantly they turned and went.
Bring out your dead!”
The hour was spent. Once more they came
he is not dead!”
GREAT men stand like solitary towers in the city of God, and secret passages running deep beneath external nature give their thoughts intercourse with higher intelligences, which strengthens and consoles them, and of which the laborers on the surface do not dream.
A LETTER TO MOTHER NATURE,
To let you know you ought to fix up things a little better.
if I Should tell you how you might improve, you would be glad
I think you have forgotten, ma'am, that little girls and boys Are fond of dolls, and tops, and sleds, and balls, and other toys; Why didn't you—I wonder now—just take it in your head, To have such things all growing in a lovely garden-bed?
And then I should have planted (if it only had been me) Some vines with little pickles, and a great big cookie tree; And trees, besides, with gum-drops and caramels and things, And lemonade should bubble up in all the little springs.
I'd like to have the coasting and skating in July,
stand By dozens, loaded !-in the woods—now wouldn't that be
Ah! what a world it would have been.
How could you, madam, make Such lots of bread and butter to so very little cake? I'd have it just the other way, and everyone would see How very, very, very, very nice my way would be.
But as I can not do it, will you think of what I say?
HOWARD Y. NEWELL.
Be kind ter every feller;
Look fer the rainbows in the storm,
Be brave to battle with the strife;
Be true when people doubt you;
But-carry some about you!
An' when it's time to shuffle off,
An' you have done yer mission,
And hire a good physician!
THE NEW DEACON.
Last monf dey jined a member by de name ob Littlesole,
An' sho'tly to de deaconship dey gib de chap a start Ter fill de place resigned by Ebenezar Bonypart.
De fust occasion ob his sarvice happened Sunday las',
He took de hat, an' right an' left' ter pass de same begin,
He watch' an’ watch' an' people in de oncollected pews
Jehosaphat! Dere nebber was no benediction sent
Fust Elder Limberheel he hab de call, den Brudder Slope
Dey shassayed froo de co'n fiel's an' dey jump de medder rails,
Sakes! Wasn't dat a race! De landscape nebber look so spry
Sence dat, old Parson Jinglejaw has tuk it in his pate
IND friends, will you listen to an outcast's tale?
K . roof
of a poor village priest, not far from home, my childhood wore away. Then arose within me restless thoughts ard deep. Throughout the liberal and harmonious nature, something seemed absent; what, I scarcely knew, till one calm night, when over slumbering seas watched the still heavens, and down on every wave looked some soft, lulling star, the instinctive want learned what it pined for; and I asked the priest, with a quick sigh, why I was motherless. He answered that I was nobly born, and that the cloud that dimmed the dawning sun aloft but foretold its splendor at the noon. As thus he spoke, faint memories struggling came, faint as the things some former life had known, a face sweet with stately sorrow, and lips that breathed the words that mothers murmur.
About that tinie a stranger came to our hamlet; rough, yet, some said, well born, and comrade such as youth delights in. Sailor, he called himself, and naught belied the sailor's metal ringing in his talk of El Dorado and enchanted isles, of hardy Raleigh and of dauntless Drake, and great Columbus with prophetic eyes fixed on a dawning world. His legends fired me, and from the deep whose billows washed our walls, the alluring wave called with a siren's music. And thus I left my home with that wild seaman.
Scarce had the brisker sea-wind filled our sails, when the false traitor, who had lured my trust, cast me into chains and darkness. Days went by; at length, one belt of desolate water around, and on the decks one scowl of swarthy brows (a hideoiis crew, the refuse of all shores), under the flapping of his raven flag, the pirate store revealed and thus called his captive. Grimly he heard my boyish loud upbraidings, and grimly smiled in answering:
“I like thee, cast off and disinherited and desperate, had but one choice—death or the pirate flag. Choose thou! I am more gracious than thy kindred, I proffer life; the gold they gave paid thy grave in the ocean.
“Hold! thou liest, demon!”
Swift as I answered so, his blade flashed forth; but selfdefense is swifter still than slaughter. I plucked a sword from one who stood beside me, and smote the slanderer to my feet. Then all that human hell broke loose; oaths rang, steel tightened when, in the death swoon of the caitiff chief, the pirate next in rank forced back the swarm, and, in that superstition of the sea, which makes the sole religion of its outlaws, forbade my doom by bloodshed, gripped and bound me to a slight plank, spread to the winds the sail, and left me on the waves alone