Name. Author, Page. Milking Time..................................WILL. WALLACE HARNEY 16 Karulus to the Roman Populace................ SHAKESPEARE........... Marc Antony to the People on Cæsar's Death.. SHAKESPEARE ........ Ky-Mother-Wants-Me..........................M. B. C. S............... Mourner-a-la-Mode, The........................J. G. SAXE.............. Menagerie, The.. Mother Hubbard and her Dog........................................... ....... GEORGE COOPER ........ ................................... . 153 Monkey to the Polyp................................................. ....... MRS. CRAIK............. NO ............................... .......Hood.................... Old Man Dreams, The............. .......0. W. HOLMES......... Order of Nature, The. O, Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud ?. WILLIAM KNOX......... Only Going to the Gate............ ....... ETHEL LYNN............ One by One....................................ADELAIDE A. PROCTER.. Our Minister's Sermon.............................. Pennie Ye Mean to Gie, The....... ...........H. H.................... Pilot. The............. .............. ... THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY 12 Polonius to Laertes............................. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 23 Phillip, My King ............................... MRS. CRAIK............. 63 Petrified Fern, The............................. MARY BOLLES BRANCH.. 79 Pat's Philosophy...............................R. H. STODDARD........ Rome and Carthage ............................ VICTO ....... VICTOR HUGO........... Roger and Dolly................................BLACKWOOD ............ Roast Pig .................... ........C. LAMB............... Requital, The.................... ............................... Song of the Camp, A.......... ........BAYARD TAYLOR ....... Sparrow's May Day, The ......... ........ALPRED NELSON........ ... ........ .......... Speech of Cassias, Instigating Brutus to join the Conspiracy against Cæsar...............SHAKESPEARE .... Snow Flakes............... ...........M. M. D...... Song of the Wood Thrush...................... INNIS CARLETON........ Schnitzerl's Philosofede........................C. G. LELAND........... Sally Simpkin's Lament........................HOOD.................. . 109 September Gale, The...........................0. W. HOLMES........ ... 114 Serenade, A............ .............. ....PUNCH.................. Seven Times Ten.............. ............. Hugh HOWARD......... Stammering Wife, The....... .............J. G. SAXE.............. Speech of Sergeant Buztuz in the Case of Bar. dell against Pickwick.. ...........CHARLES DICKENS ...... Speech of the Hon. Perverse Peabody on the - Acquisition of Cuba......... Schneider's Ride..... .........................OOFTY Goort.......... Stubborn Boot, The................... .................................. ..............ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR.. 188 True King, The.............................. ..LEIGH HUNT............ 17 ..............E. C. STEDMAN ......... ...........GEORGE COOPER ...... Webster's Progressive Speaker. THE IDIOT BOY. ΑΝΟΝ. A thing of idiot mind, God had not been unkind. Old Sarah loved her helpless child, Whom helplessness made dear, Who knew no hope nor fear. She knew his wants--she understood Each half articulate call, And she to him was all. And so for many a year they lived, Nor knew a wish beside; And she fell sick and died. He tried in vain to waken her, He called her o'er and o'er; To him no import bure. Whilst he stood wond'ring by, He followed silently. They laid her in the narrow bouse, And sung the funeral stave, . And when the mournful train dispersed He loitered by the grave. The rabble boys that used to jeer Whene'er they saw poor Ned, Now stood and watched him at the grave, And not a word was said. They came, and went, and came again, And night at last drew on; Till every one had gone; He quick removed the clay, And bore it swift away. Straight went he to his mother's cot, And laid it on the floor, He barred the cottage door. At once he placed his mother's corpse Upright within her chair, And then he heaped the hearth and blew The kindling fire with care. She now was in her 'wonted chair; It was her wonted place; Reflected from her face. Then bending down, he'd feel her hands, Anon her face behoid; And why are you so cold? And when the neighbors, on next morn, Had forced the cottage door, And Ned's was on the floor). It had pleased God from this poor boy His only friend to call; For death restored him all. THE OLD MAN DREAMS. 0. W. HOLMES. Give back my twentieth spring! Than reign a gray-beard king! Off with the wrinkled spoils of age! Away with learning's crown! Tear out life's wisdom written page, And dash its trophies down! One moment let my life-blood stream From boyhood's fount of flame! Give me one giddy, reeling dream Of life all love and fame! My listening angel heard the prayer, And, calmly smiling, said, “If I but touch thy silvered hair Thy hasty wish hath sped. “But is there nothing in thy track - To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished for day ?" |