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Now vas taller as hees fader, Und vas oup to all sooch dhings Like shimnasdic dricks und pase pall; Und der oder day he say Dot he boxes mit "adthledics,” Somevheres ofer on Back Bay. Times vas deeferent, now, I dold you, As yhen he vas been a lad; Dhen Katrine she make hees drowsers Vrom der oldt vones off hees dad; Dhey vas cut so full und baggy Dot id dook more as a fool To find oudt eef he vas going, Or vas coming home vrom school. Now, dhere vas no making ofer Off mine clothes to make a suit For dot poy,—der times vas schanged; “ Der leg vas on der oder boot ;” For vhen hees drowsers dhey gets dhin Und sort off“schlazy" roundt der knee Dot Mrs. Strauss she dake der sceessors Und she cuts dhem down for me. Shust der oder day dot Yawcob Gife me von elecdric shock, Vhen he say he vants fife-hundord To invesht in railroadt schtock. Dhen I dell him id vas beddber Dot he leaf der schtocks alone, Or some fellar dot vas schmardter Dake der meat und leaf der bone. Und vhen I vas got oxcited, Und say he get "schwiped” und fooled, Dhen he say he haf a “pointer" Vrom soom friendts off Sage und Gouid; Und dot he vas on "rock bottom!” Had der "inside drack” on “Atch_” Dot vas too mooch for hees fader, Und I coom oup to der scratch. Dhen in bolitics he dabbles, Und all qvesdions, great und schmall, Make no deeferent to dot YawcobFor dot poy he knows id all.
Und he say dot dhose oldt fogies
HOW AN ENGINEER WON HIS BRIDE
JAMES NOEL JOHXSTON.
I ain't going ter tell-I am not cruel-hearted.
Upon its long journey o' mysteries started.
With people what hanker for poetry names; 'Twas the gal, not 'er name, sir, that first did awaken
Affection in me, an' enkindled love's flames. We met, an' as soon as her pirty eyes bit me,
I felt my heart jump, like a feller in a doze, I sez, “Thar's a gal what'll jes' 'zackly fit me,
I'll hev 'er no matter what troubles oppose.” I found she wuz willin', but then her ole daddy
He took down his gun from the garret, an' sed If ever l’tempted to take her, he had me,
He'd draw back the hammer, so I would go dead. I knowed he would do it, yes, 'cause the ole party
Hed won much renown fer sich innocent capers. His appetite allers fer fightin' wuz hearty,
'N much he hed done I hed read in the papers. But fortune hit allers smiles out on two lovers,
I rested fer things ter develop themselves. Good luck in the cloud that affrights us oft hovers,
Success in calanity's house often dwells.
One evenin' at dusk, when the moon wuz up creepin',
My train near her home wuz a-chargin' with might; Ahead, near the track, there wuz sumthin' a-leapin',
Then a form uv a woman grew quick on my sight! She seemed all unconscious uv what she wuz doin';
She heeded no whistle,-stepped right on the track ; Her form to the rails soon the wheels would be gluin'
Unless by a miracle she was jerked back!
An' makin' a leap an'a grab at one time,
Of terror and gladness—that sweet gal o' mine! Next day all the papers wuz full uv the story:
“The brave engineer" wuz the idol uv all. Her old dad wuz on me,-his eyes no more gory,
He bugged me, while tears from his whiskers did fall! And now for pure fact in this awful narration,
Fer since we are married the public may scoff, That job wuz put up at the sharp gal's dictation,
When I leaped ter save her she wuz twenty steps off!
WHEN I AM DEAD.
Would they who now with scoff and jeer
Defame my life,-would they draw near
Would they with malice-venomed dart
Re-ope the wounds in my dead heart?
To help them on their upward way,
Though I was weak and poor as they,
Would they requite me when I'm dead
With sorrow-or with scorn instead?
They marked the lines of toil and care
And self-denial printed there,
Would they not say, “ He's happier far
If sacrifice for others' need,
If craving love where none is given,
If these be sin in sight of heaven,
But malice wrought on any one
Is evil I have never done.
This heritage of hate will cease;
And in its place the sweetest peace
And all my life of love and care
THE BRIDGE OF GLEN ARAY.-CHARLES MACKAY,
We passed the bridge with tramping steeds,
The waters rushed below,
We heard the torrents flow.
We rode as hurried men,-
Re-echoed through the glen.
Our hearts were light that day,
A shrill voice bade us stay.
Come gliding up the rocks,
And grey disheveled locks.
The horse stood still with fear-
Her eye was piercing clear.
To ride so fierce and wild,
Will wake my little child.
I ask no other boon
No word be said, and softly tread,
The child will waken soon.
From morn till even-blush,
Hush! if you're Christians, hush !"
But Hugh, our guide, looked on: “Poor soul!” he said, “we'll do our best
To earn her benison.
Good Chrystie, let us through,
But pray for her and you."
“Ride on your way,” she said, "But oh, be silent! noise like yours
Disturbg both quick and dead."
We saw not where she went,
Inquiring what she meant. “Poor thing!” he said, while forth we rodo
As if we trod on snow,
That happened long ago.
But what it now may be
Between fourscore and three.
She was a beauty then,
She won the hearts of men.
The hand she freely gave.
A fairy thing, 'tis said,
And cheeks of cherry red.