An' I couldn't help reflectin'-"He is steady like, an' cooi, An' that wheel may be a folly, but it didn't bring a fool." III. I was on my stoop a-restin', on a hazy autumn day, Rather drowsy from a dinner that had just been stowed away, An' regrettin'-when old Baker's an' my homestead jined in one, That he wasn't to furnish daughter, an' I wasn't to furnish son, So's to have my name continued, 'stead of lettin' it go down, When Josiah Baker junior came a drivin' home from town. An' a little ways behind him came that wheel scamp, ridin' hard, An' they both to once alighted, an' come walkin' through the yard; When, as fate was bound to have it, also came my daughter Belle, From a visit in some neighbor's, lookin' very sweet and well; An' they stood there all together,—that 'ere strange, dissimilar three, An' remained in one position-lookin' steady down at me. the fly, An' they say she rides out with him, in the night-time, on the sly. Father'll give us board an' victuals, you can give her land an' dower, Wherefore, if she wants to have me, please to set the day an' hour." Then the wheel scamp spoke up quiet, but as if the words he meant, "I would like to wed your daughter, an' have come for your consent. She is very dear to me, sir, when we walk or when we ride, And, I think, is not unwilling to become my cherished bride. I can give her love and honor, and I ask of you no dower; Wherefore, please bestow your blessing; we have set the day and hour." Then I might have told my daughter that she now could have the floor, An' remarked that on this question there should be just one speech more; But I rendered my decision in a flame of righteous rage, Your old hind-wheel of a buggy, an' forevermore be gone!" Then he picked up Belle quite sudden, an' made swiftly for the gate, An' I formed a move to stop 'em, but was most perplexin' late; He had fixed a small side-saddle on his everlastin' wheel, So that she could ride behind him (clingin' round him a good deal); An' straight down the Beebe turnpike, like a pair o' birds they flew Towards a preacher's who had married almost every one he knew. "Stop 'em! head 'em! chase 'em! catch 'em!" I commanded, very vexed; "They'll be hustlin' off our daughters on a streak o' lightnin', next!" An' we took Josiah's wagon, an' his old gray spavined mare, An' proceeded for to chase 'em, with no extra time to spare; An' Josiah whipped an' shouted, it was such a dismal pinch, An' kept just so far behind 'em, but we couldn't gain an inch! Down the turnpike road we rattled; an' some fellows loudly cried, "Go it, Baker, or you'll lose her! ten to one upon the bride!" An' I fumed an' yelled an' whistled, an' commanded them to halt, An' the fact we couldn't catch 'em wasn't Josiah Baker's fault; But he murmured, "I am makin' father's mare into a wreck, Just to see my gal a-huggin' round another feller's neck!” An' they rushed into that preacher's maybe twenty rods ahead, An' before I reached the altar all their marriage-vows was said; An' I smashed in wildly, just as they was lettin' go o' han's, An' remarked, in tones of sternness, "I hereby forbid the banns!" While Josiah Baker junior close behind me meekly came, Sayin', "Were my father present, he would doubtless do the same!" But they turned to me a-smilin', an' she hangin' on his arm, An' he said, "I beg your pardon; let Josiah have the farm. We've accomplished the sweet object for which we so long have striven, And, as usual in such cases, are prepared to be forgiven." An' the whole thing seemed so funny, when I thought of it awhile, That I looked 'em both all over, an' then blessed 'em with a smile. Then Josiah Baker junior took his spavined mare for home, An' 'twas difficult decidin' which indulged the most in foam; An' he said, "I'll drive alone, sir, if the same you do not mind; An' your son an' daughter Wheeler maybe'll take you up behind." An' he yelled, while disappearin', with a large smile on his mouth, "I kin git a gal whose father jines my father on the south!" IV. I was workin' in my wood-house on a snowy winter day, An' had bought her two twin daughters a small-sized velocipede, When the thought came stealin' through me, "Well, so far as I can see, In the line of love an' lovin', what's to be is apt to be." SUNSET.-DWIGHT WILLIAMS. The golden gates of day in quiet close After the king has passed, and fold on fold And laid away. The valley of repose He spreads his couch beyond the mountains old, And leaves the night to us, which darker grows. And praise the vesper star upon her breast; LIFE'S JOURNEY.-ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. As we speed out of youth's sunny station And the hearts that were brave in the morning Tho' the rocks and their shadows surround us, And dipping white feet in some bay; And always, eternal, forever, Down over the hills in the west, The last final end of our jarney, There lies the great Station of Rest. "Tis the grand central point of all railways All rival lines meet here, and blend; Will bring you at last to this spot. THE DRUNKARD'S WIFE.-RUTH COOPER. I wish to tell in humble rhyme A simple story, sadly true, And hearts inured to woe will say, Your story is not strange or new. And you with homes of peace and love, The pity that you show to-night. You have not met the look of scorn When your faint heart was sick within, While cruel taunts were at you hurled, Who sought to save your own from sin. But I, I am a drunkard's wife; I feel the wrong, I bear the blow; Another's, whose fond love was pledged Two years, enough to make the pain, The night of sorrow more intense Together, we a home had built; 'Twas not a mansion grandly fair; But love and trust with hovering wing, Sweet birds of heaven, had lighted there. The happy, happy days flew by, With brighter, happier days to come,— Oh, rest and joy! Oh, heart's content! Oh, heaven below, thy name is home! Such riches mine? Yes, they were mine,That blissful home; that dear retreat; And yet, to-night, I've not a spot On which to rest my weary feet. |