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I he thrust from his soul all hatred, all thoughts of wicked
things, Ile can hear in the holy twilight how the bell of the angels
rings. And I think there lies in this legend, if we open our eyes to
ABNER'S SECOND WIFE.-P. C. FOSSETT.
Its gossips regaled on a mursel sweet,
Provided, free gratis, the luscious treat.
And sighing again for wedded bliss,
In Amanda Green, an ancient miss.
(Though in neighbors' affairs she took no part!)
By deep design and a cunning art.
For as plain as the noonday sun 'twas seen,
Whose hues are said to be emerald green.
Two maidens born in the long ago-
“But ’Mandy was growing old, you know ! ”
How Reynard roamed where the grapes hung high-
This aged legend will well apply.
And scornfully sniffing the ambient air,
Were all the living would get to wear.
To which Mrs. Mopps rejoined, “I guess
Ab. Brown 'll be like the rest of his ilk,
That the second critter may wear the silk !"
And others argued the other way;
Was a hypocrite's pretense and play.
At the quilting-bee and the milliner's shop,
The wagging tongues would never stop.
Conveyed by his bosom friend, Bill Ayers,
While the town was nosing in his affairs:
And houses and lands and bonds were his,
And mindin' bis individooal biz!”
IN THE SAME LINE. He had halted under an awning to get out of the rain, and his back was to Abraham as the latter sat in the store door and remarked :
“My frendt, let me sell you a rubber oafergoat cheap. I can make you one at a dollar. If you haf a rubber ofergoat you can go along and nod mind der rain.”
The man did not turn nor answer.
“You vas werry foolish,” continued the clothier, “ for you nefer get anoder such bargain as dot. How you like an umbrella for seexty cents, eh? I haf some shust as good as you puy for two dollar at de stores. If you haf an umbrella you vas all right in de vet veather. Come in, my frendt, und select a handle that suits you."
The man under the awning was like a piece of statuary.
“ It vas a dull day mit me und I like to get rid of someting. Dot goat of yours vas werry shabby for a
shentleman like you. It vas no match for your pants anyvay. I haf two hoonered to select from, and if
you like to step in I make der price all right. I can sell you a petter one for tree dollar, -a misfit dot som congressman doan' take avay. Please valk right in.” But the stranger didn't. . may
you like to look at a nice trunk. My place vos de original and only trunk store for de sale of de pest trunks at de lowest prices. Eferypody should have a trunk. She vas handy if you go avay und shust as handy if you shtay home. I can sell a trunk mit a patent tray und Yale lock for two dollar. Dot vos onehalf de price charged in de next street. I can gif you one all de way from feefty cent to sixteen dollars. It vas no trouble to show goods. Shtep right in and examine my line of trunks.”
If the stranger heard a word of what was said no action of his betrayed the fact.
“ Vhell, if you doan' like a trunk, perhaps ycu look at my nice tweed suits. I can fit you out in fife minutes und gif you nice satisfaction. Dose glose vaj nod a second-hand pizness. All vas misfits from de very pest tailors, und I take dem at sooch a low price dot I can fit you out at your own figure. Please come in and make de greatest bargain of your life. Dis shtore vill change hands next week, und you lose de opportunity."
The stranger still stood like a crowbar.
“My frendt, it vas late for ofergoats, und I make a great shave. It vhill pay you to buy one for next winter. I vas long on oafergoats und short on cash. You can haf brown, green, blue, black-"
" Abraham, who vas you talking to ?” inquired the wife, as she came from the back room.
“To dis shentlemans oudt here, who can haf an oafergoat for fife dol—”
“You vas an oldt fool!” she exclaimed, as she looked out. “Dot vas oldt Isaacs, who vas in de same pizness Eround de corner!”
THE OLD ORGAN.- HELEN BOOTH.
Written expressly for this Collection.
In the old time-beaten hall;
You could hear the dry leaves fall
Piping his dreary call.
The silence settling through,
When these old things were new;
From the long-hushed organ drew.
The shadows fell and fell,
A faint, far evening bell
From the worn-out organ-well.
Or so at least it seemed ;
The faded tapestry gleamed;
And brightness fairly beamed.
There came gay gentlemen,
All sweet and debonair,
And whitely powdered hair.
Their swords their silk calves met,-
The ladies' courtesies let
As they danced the minuet. *Author of the romantic old-time drama for amateurs entitled "At the Red Lion," also the charming little comedy, "After Twenty Years,” with song, etc., and other plays and recitations tu be found in previous Numbers of this Seriou,
Forth and back, and round about,
Slow and grave and fine;
Of rich trains, and the whine
These twine and intertwine.
A lady passing fair,
Pass on unto the stair,
With merry, careless air.
A tune both soft and bland;
In some sweet evening land,
The lamp held in love's hand.
Whispered the cavalier,
And touched each tiny ear;
Each eye large with a tear;
The organ sang it too-
Brighter and brighter grew,
Touched lips-and heaven knew.
A clarion blast along?
The semblance of a song?
The pretty scenes among?
She held his sword in hand:
That threatens our free land!”
Then joined a warrior band.