Then he apostrophized his limbs “Alas!" said he, "one's in the earth, But, though I well remember them, "Now bring me here that looking-glass, A 'man of parts' am I;" The waiter's hair now stood on end, "Now lay my fragments in that box, And mind the teeth don't bite. While the traveler only laughed the more, To see the man so scared; And putting on a serious look, In solemn accents said, "There's only one more thing to do Before I get in bed: Steady yourself against the wall And just unscrew my head!” You've met afore the metaphor That makes his spine to crack. It is as apt as it is old, And, in the waiter's case, For he could hear no more, but rushed And down the stairs by threes and pairs, Pursued him with a stick, Or as though the man without a leg And heavily as falls a log, Or loaf of bread sans leaven, He fell upon the sanded floor, And, pointing up towards heaven, A DRUM.-STANLEY WAterloo. A regiment in motion and the rattle of a drum, Fear is on the face of some, Others stepping with aplomb; And steady is the patter and the clatter of the drum. Sweeping lines in evolution fast the wheeling columns come And a thousand men are stepping to the tapping of the drum! There are countenances glum, There are senses dull and numb, But a boy is stepping proudly-there is playing on the drum. And the bullets hiss and hum! But a drum still echoes loudly. Will the thing be never mum? Darkness on the field of battle, where the body-seekers come; The storm of death is ended, and displayed the struggle's sum: A pallid face, a drum, There is blood, and both are dumb,A story of a drummer and a story of a drum. THE SWORD.*-HELEN BOOTH. All through the smiling, resting land Pushed back gray hair and dried her tears Within whose heart her own was walled. She reached his grandsire's trusty blade Oh, carnage, carnage everywhere! The General frowned-"or lad art thou? What time have I to list thy word?" "List not," said he; "bid me to do Here is my sword!" Written expressly for this Collection. Full sweetly shone the sun upon And elm before a low cot reared Their greenery, and a clucking hen Gathered her chicks 'neath wings, when neared A horseman leading mounted men In all the panoply of war, It is the General (and a scar Writes "bravery" on his brow) who speaks: OUT AT SEA.-J. S. FLETCHER. I know that I am dying, mate; so fetch the Bible here, It's five and twenty year, lad, since she went to her rest, But when I come from that first voyage, the dear old girl was dead. And the neighbors told me, while I stood as still as still can be, That she prayed for me and blessed me as was just gone out to sea. And then I shipped again, mate, and forgot the Bible there, And find a little prayer, lad, and say it up right loud, It's set in very dark, mate; and I think I'll say good-night. But stop-look there! Why, mate; why, Bill; the cabin's turning light; And the dear old mother's standing there as give the book to me! All right; I'm coming! Bill, good-by! My soul's going out to sea! UNCLE PODGER HANGS A PICTURE. JEROME K. JEROME. You never saw such a commotion up and down a house, in all your life, as when my Uncle Podger undertook to do a job. A picture would have come home from the frame-maker's and be standing in the diningroom, waiting to be put up; and Aunt Podger would ask what was to be done with it, and Uncle Podger would say: 66 Oh, you leave that to me. worry yourselves about that. Don't you, any of you, I'll do all that." his coat and begin. He And then he would take off would send the girl out for a pound of nails, and then one of the boys after her to tell her what size to get; and, from that, he would gradually work down, and start the whole house. Now you go and get me my hammer, Will," he would shout; "and you bring me the rule, Tom; and I shall want the step-ladder, and I had better have a kitchen chair, too; and, Jim! you run round to Mr. Goggles, and tell him, Pa's kind regards, and hopes his leg's better; and will he lend him his spirit-level? And don't you go, Maria, because I shall want somebody to hold me the light; and when the girl comes back, she must go out again for a bit of picture-cord; and Tom-where's |