I love her yet, though far apart, She taught me early teaming, I broke my steers, she broke my heart,- As age creeps on old fields we glean, At last we tumble as we lean, And Time rakes up with meaning, A YOUNG LADY'S HOLOCAUST. My lover's letters saved with sacred care, To burn these missives, once so sweet and fair, Now! as they rise upon the funeral pyre, And hopes of life and dreams of love expire, It seems the scent of blossoms still is there. Dear, darling treasures of my maiden dream! The brief, fond flutter of my blooming heart! O friendly fire, how warm and bright ye gleam! As now blind Cupid's trophies here depart. Henceforth to me how vain and weak shall seem The captive chains, and splendors of his dart. THE CHILD OF FATE. The child of fate sat on a grassy bank Of Time's swift stream, and careless said: "My plank I launch, and on this flood I'll reach the Great! I shall be honored of the mighty state, And I shall rise, and none shall me outrank.' But soon athirst, he of the waters drank, And into dark forgetfulness he sank And fortune missed--with dreamy senses sate The child of fate. Then dear, kind Nature came, and seized the crank, And tore him from his raft, where chains did clank, And said: "Arise, before it is too late!" And pounded sense and shame into his pate; And then, with all her energies did spank The child of fate. A SCOTCH SONG: "STORMY WEATHER." A LASSIE braw had cawd her kye This stoor and stormy weather." When Jamie lad cam ower the knowe As modestly she tauld him how She could'na thole the weather. He asked her name, and whaur her hame, But nane she'd name, to tak the blame, Then Jamie said: "Come bide wi' me He wrapped her roun', and they were soon He whispered in her ear while they You'll tak my name, and in our hame A GERMAN DRINKING SONG. OH! peer's goot when I gets full mit enof, CHORUS: Oh! gif us a glass of peer, boys, Fill oop der stein so white mit foam, Alvays not full to burst. Und mit those days all mine droobles he goes, |