MRS. H. And I shall always feel proud because my hus band, John, has a kind heart and is so very different from his brothers, Samuel and Silas. GRANNY. I can't jest hear all that is goin' on. Did that gal bring a fortune to John? MRS. H. Yes, grandmother. ANNIE. And that means that Frank can have a collegiate course. FRANK. And it means, also, that Annie can have five silk dresses to get married in. GRANNY. Five silk dresses to get married in! Pooh! You don't mean it. One would be a plenty. MRS. H. Yes, grandmother, a fortune of twenty-five thousand dollars! GRANNY. Oh, dear! Is it possible? Is it possible? And this gal is Adalina Hardgrove, darter of Abram Hardgrove, of the state of Connecticut? GRANNY. Jest what I've allers said—there's no place like old Connecticut! [Curtain falls HOW COLUMBUS FOUND AMERICA.-H. C. DoDer Columbus stood upon the deck; "Go home!" the sailors cried; "Not if I perish on the wreck," Great Christopher replied. Next day the crew got out their knives And went for Captain C. "Go home," they yelled, "and save our lives." "Wait one more day," said he. "Then if I cannot tell how far We're from the nearest land I'll take you home." Agreed, we are!" Answered the sea-sick band. That night when all were fast asleep Columbus heaved the lead, And measuring the water deep, To-morrow dawned. Naught could be seen But water, wet and cold; Looked confident and bold. "Now, Cap! How far from land are we?” The mutineers out cried. "Just ninety fathoms," Captain C. Most truthfully replied. "And if you doubt it, heave the lead And measure, same as I." "You're right," the sailors laughed. "Great head! And thus, in fourteen ninety-two, Because the great Columbus knew "SOMEBODY'S."-RAE MCRAY. As the writer involuntarily shrank from contact with a man lying in a drunk. in sleep on the pavement of our largest city, the friend at her side whispered, "Somebody's." Somebody's baby, with laughing eyes, Dimpled cheeks and a brow of snow, Followed by earnest mother-prayer. Somebody's lover, an eager youth, "Just a trifle fast but that's naught, my dear," So friends whispered, and she, with a woman's faith Gave her life to his keeping, without a fear. Somebody's husband, lying prone On the pavement foul, with a bloated face Lying there in a drunken sleep, While "somebody," faithful, despite all wrong, Sends up to Heaven the martyr cry, "How long, O pitying Christ! how long?" HUGH GORDON'S IRON MILL-HORACE B. DUranz. Written expressly for this Collection. Hugh Gordon's iron mill employs And whether times be brisk or dull, A strike it never yet has known, And we shall tell you how it keeps To do this, we must take you back, Without a warning or a word, Their hands were sent adrift, Those who had served them well and long, As best they might to shift; All work was scarce, and such as was And to get that, men took just what Hugh Gordon thought the matter o'er, He felt the pressure of the times, Embarrassed quite, forsooth; How he could pay a thousand hands, And run the mill beside, And live it through were questions dark, That he could not decide. "The thought is painfai to discharge These trusty men," said he. "What should they do? How should they live? To that I can't agree; I'll bring this vexing question home, And meet it face to face; What should I say, or think, or do, If I were in their place? *Suppose the case. Have I not rights? Because my hands are hard with toil, Have I no choice in contracts made To suit contractors' views, But tame submission to such change "Mast life and limb be constant risked While those who face the perils there, That those who try to drive man thus, Just here, Hugh Gordon seemed to catch For he exclaimed, “"Tis capital! I'll try it on the spot! I talk to them as men; and say, "Some iron kings, perhaps, may laugh And others think me mad; but they Without great loss, I'll do with ease, So when the great bell rang next morn, Of grimed and forge-tanned men to work, Why stops the mill? The furnace fires, As fiercely seem to burn; But not a hammer falls; the wheels Refuse as yet to turn! "What means all this? There's something wrong!" One to another said. "Perhaps we'll have our pay reduced, Or be discharged instead!" Baid one, "I know he's hardly pressed, But if he'd only ask Our help and counsel, not a man Hugh Gordon, hitherto unseen, Then getting up beside the wheel, "The times are gloomy, men, you know, I can't discharge you; there is pain For here, to build my business up, "I cannot cut your wages down, To know if you are willing all "That is the truth, sir! That's the talk Said Steel, who swung his dingy cap, And gave a lusty cheer; "Say but the word, sir, and we'll work At any rate you please; The world would hear of fewer strikes, "Three cheers for Mr. Gordon, boys |