He thought she had stolen something, He had followed her home and caught her He told how he watched her waving The wand by her mother's bed, O'er a face where the faint gray shadows She's still at the school, is Sally, And she's heard of the realms of light; THE BEAUTY OF THE SEA. "The sea is His, and He made it." Its beauty is of God. It possesses it in richness of its own; it borrows it from earth, and air, and heaven. The clouds lend it the various dyes of their wardrobe, and throw down upon it the broad masses of their shadows, as they go sailing and sweeping by. The rainbow laves in it its many colored feet. The sun loves to visit it, and the moon, and the glittering brotherhood of planets and stars, for they delight themselves in its beauty. The sunbeams return from it in showers of diamonds and glances of fire; the moonbeams find in it a pathway of silver, where they dance to and fro, with the breeze and the waves, through the livelong night. It has a light, too, of its own, a soft and sparkling light, rivaling the stars; and often does the ship which cuts its surface, leave streaming behind a milky-way of dim and uncertain lustre, like that which is shining above. It harmonizes in its forms and sound both with the night and the day. It cheerfully reflects the light, and it unites solemnly with the darkness. It imparts sweetness to the music of men, and grandeur to the thunder of heaven. WHEN GRANDFATHER WENT TO TOWN.* ROBERT C. V. MEYERS. He hadn't been there for fifteen years. That knows the world and can't be done Me be cheated! Ho, ho, ho, You're too skeery, marm, ho, ho! My name is Green, but my natur's not No, not a tittle nor a jot." So, in spite of all that they could say, A man outside the depot took "Look," he said to grandfather, "look Look at this ring of Guinea gold! It never oughtn't to be sold; It's my wife's wedding-ring, but-but We're starving-" "Tut! " Said grandfather. "Here's a five-dollar bill. Don't grieve, Give me the ring, I'll keep it for A month-or, you can have it before Only, don't sell it. Come to me At Buttercup Farm If it's more money you want. No harm In asking me, no, sirree I pity you." Alas! The ring was brass. And that was the first thing came to pass When grandfather went to town. Then another man gave him a look. He said. "Come to town To-day?" And took his hand and shook It as if 'twas his twin-brother's he'd not seen For a year or two. "Excuse me," grandfather said with a smile, "I'm Mr. Green, •Written expressly for this Collection. Not Mr. Brown." "Why, how do you do?" The man cried. "Well, It is a spell Since I was down your way. And how Smiled grandfather, "not a jot or tittle Do I remember of you, sir." 66 Well," said the man, "we sometimes err. Good day!" And off he went, and then, Grandfather looking at the sun, Said, "It's half-past ten." And felt for his watch, but his watch was gone. And that's the next thing came to pass And then he saw a crowd in the street. And a spruce, neat Little man had two thimbles on a stand, And a little dried pea in his hand. He put the pea under a thimble, 66 Whoever tells me where is that pea," Said he, "I'll give him a dime." Grandfather then, The most honest of men, Began to tremble. "You're cheating," said he, "I saw the pea Go under that left-hand thimble, there: I can't tell the time, For I've lost my watch, But I can tell a cheat, However neat He manœuvres." The man began to swear: 'I'll bet you," said he, "That little pea Is not where you say it is, I'll bet You a dollar." 66 Don't you fret," Said grandfather, all of a glow. "Go slow, Young man. I can Bet you two dollars I know where it is." The pea was, cried, “I'll go you five— All thieves sha'n't thrive." "Done!" said the man, and put up the money, As grandfather did, as sweet as honey, The one at the right hand, And dear old grandfather had to declare So grandfather, with only a ring of brass, Walked through the city streets, and spurred And famished, and spent, at midnight stalked In at the door at Buttercup Farm. "Now, marm," He said to grandmother, "don't you speak- But you Must never, never, never say A single word about the day When grandfather went to town." THE IDIOT LAD.-Robert OvertoN, The vesper hymn had died away, In many curls hung his hair of gold And his eyes were strangely bright. Gentle his white hand's touch, his smile Was tender and sweet and sad: Nought knew his heart of fraud and guile— "My boy," I said, "the tired sun Sinks low on the west sea's breast; The shades which fall when the day is done In the vesper zephyr's gentle stir The sleepy tree-tops nod Why wait you here?" And he said, “Oh, sir, I would see the face of God! "If the sun is so fair in his noon-day pride, If the stars which by angels at eventide If wood and dell, each flower and tree, "I have sought for the vision wide and near, To a mighty city long leagues from here, And cruel, and hard, and bad; And none like the face the saints have seen "In the night, sir, I wander away from home; In the early morn on the hills I stand, Ere yet the mists have past; And I eagerly look o'er sea and land For the wonderful vision at last. "When the lightnings flash and the thunders roar, And the ships fly in from the gale; When the waves beat high on the shrinking shore I seek it still, in the storm and snow, |