Huge sacks are barrowed from floor to floor; The hoppers clatter, and the engines roar, But with the morning's pearly sheen, And the moon-dim face of a woman is seen "Come hither, good folks, the corn is ground; Thereon strange hazy lights appear, And a deep, melodious, choral cheer For suddenly all again is dark, It stands in the desolate Winterthal, At the base of Ilsberg hill; It stands as though it would rather fall,- Its engines, coated with moss and mould, Its mildewed walls and windows old SOME MOTHER'S CHILD.-FRANCIS L. KEELER At home or away, in the alley or street, A girl that is thoughtless, or a boy that is wild, My heart echoes softly, ""Tis some mother's child." And when I see those o'er whom long years have rolled, Whose hearts have grown hardened, whose spirits are col, Be it woman all fallen, or man all defiled, A voice whispers sadly, "Ah! some mother's child." No matter how far from the right she hath strayed; No matter what elements cankered the pearl- No matter how wayward his footsteps have been; No matter how low is his standard of joy ; Though guilty and loathsome, he is some mother's boy. That head hath been pillowed on some tender breast; TRUE HEROISM. Let others write of battles fought, Of bloody, ghastly fields, Where honor greets the man who wins, And death, the man who yields; But I will write of him who fights And vanquishes his sins, Who struggles on through weary years He is a hero staunch and brave And puts at last beneath his feet Who stands erect in manhood's might The bravest man who drew a sword It calls for something more than brawn An enemy who marcheth not With banner, plume, and drum- A foe forever lurking nigh, With silent, stealthy tread; Forever near your board by day, All honor, then, to that brave heart! Who struggles with his better part- He may not wear a hero's crown, But truth will place his name among THE BABY'S FIRST TOOTH.-DANBURY NEWS MAN. 66 Mr. and Mrs. Jones had just finished their breakfast. Mr. Jones had pushed back his chair and was looking under the lounge for his boots. Mrs. Jones sat at the table, holding the infant Jones and mechanically working her forefinger in its mouth. Suddenly she paused in the motion, threw the astonished child on its back, turned as white as a sheet, pried open its mouth, and immediately gasped “Ephraim!” Mr. Jones, who was yet on his knees with his head under the lounge, at once came forth, rapping his head sharply on the side of the lounge as he did so, and getting on his feet, inquired what was the matter. “O Ephraim," said she, the tears rolling down her cheeks and the smiles coursing up. "Why, what is it, Aramathea?" said the astonished Mr. Jones, smartly rubbing his head where it had come in contact with the lounge. 'Baby!" she gas ed. Mr. Jones turned pale and commenced to sweat. "Baby! 0—0—0 Ephraim! Baby has-baby has got a little toothey, oh! oh!" "No!" screamed Mr. Jones, spreading his legs apart, dropping his chin and staring at the struggling heir with all his might. "I tell you it is," persisted Mrs. Jones, with a slight evidence of hysteria. "Oh, it can't be!" protested Mr. Jones, preparing to swear if it wasn't. Come here and see for yourself," said Mrs. Jones. "Open its 'ittle mousywousy for its own muzzer; that's a toody-woody; that's a blessed 'ittle 'ump o' sugar." Thus conjured, the heir opened its mouth sufficiently for the father to thrust in his finger, and that gentleman having convinced himself by the most unmistakable evidence that a tooth was there, immediately kicked his hat across the room, buried his fist in the lounge, and declared with much feeling that he could lick the individual who would dare to intimate that he was not the happiest man on the face of the earth. Then he gave Mrs. Jones a hearty smack on the mouth and snatched up the heir, while that lady rushed tremblingly forth after Mrs. Simmons, who lived next door. In a moment Mrs. Simmons came tearing in as if she had been shot out of a gun, and right behind her came Miss Simmons at a speed that indicated that she had been ejected from two guns. Mrs. Simmons at once snater ed the heir from the arms of Mr. Jones and hurried it to the window, where she made a careful and critical examination of its mouth, while Mrs. Jones held its head and Mr. Jones danced up and down the room, and snapped his fingers to show how calm he was. It having been ascertained by Mrs. Simmons that the tooth was a sound one, and also that the strongest hopes for its future could be entertained on account of its coming in the new of the moon, Mrs. Jones got out the necessary material and Mr. Jones at once proceeded to write seven different letters to as many persons, unfolding to them the event of the morning and inviting them to come on as soon as possible. |