"Under the palm-trees thou no more shalt meet me, When from the fount at evening I return, With the full water-urn; Nor will thy sleep's low dove-like breathings greet me, "And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee, Thine arms, when darkness as a veil hath wound thee, To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, A cry which none shall hear? "What have I said, my child?-Will He not hear thee, And in the hush of holy midnight near thee, "I give thee to thy God-the God that gave thee, And precious as thou art, And pure as dew of Hermon, He shall have thee, And thou shalt be his child. "Therefore, farewell!-I go,-my soul may fail me, But thou, my first-born, droop not, nor bewail me; DIVERSITIES OF JUDGMENT.-POPE. "Tis with our judgments as our watches,-none Both must alike from heaven derive their light,- DAVY THE TEAMSTER.-ESTELLE THOMSON. Honest Davy, the teamster, lives down by the mill, In a cottage thatched over with straw; You would say, if you looked on its queer, battered walls, "Twas the drollest home ever you saw. But more strange than all else, is that Davy ne'er seems To suspect he's not envied by all, For he talks to his friends of “my wife” and “ my home,” It is true that the Judge, on the top of the hill, Who sweeps her rich robes once a week into church, Her hands are as white and as soft as the lace That falls in such dainty-like frills O'er the bosom that covers her own selfish thoughts, With a ladylike grace she moves ever through life, 3ut the heart in her breast never shines through her eyes→→ Like her gems, it is polished and cold. You would laugh to see Margery, Davy's young wife; She has never a garment that's fine; And she does up her hair in a queer little knot, Because she cannot find the time For braidings and puffings and crimpings, like those And Margery's hands are not spotless and white, Then she tucks up her gown at the dawning of morn, And goes merrily off with her pail, While the song that she sings in the green meadow lane Wakes the echoes in mountain and dale. Ah! Margy is useful; we know that full well,— But the Judge's wife says, for her life, She could never imagine what charm there could be In such a plain girl for a wife. "Oho-ho!" laughs out Davy, when nearing his home, While her voice takes a tender, caressing-like tone, Then her own sun browned hands help unfasten the bars, And they dust Davy's coat, and draw out his rude chair, Ah, the wife of the Judge! She is pacing to-night And she pauses anon, as the clock on the stairs But he comes not to cheer the lone vigil she keeps, We know but too well where his revels are spent ;- And many a one, through the dread "social glass," Then may ours be the hearts that find ever sweet peace, Still content, like friend Davy, to work if there's need, SELLING A COAT. A story is told of a clothing merchant on Chatham Street, New York, who kept a very open store, and drove a thriv ing trade, the natural consequence being that he waxed wealthy and indolent. He finally concluded to get an assistant to take his place on the sidewalk to “run in" customers, while he himself would enjoy his otium cum dig within the store. Having advertised for a suitable clerk, he awaited applications, determined to engage none but a good talker who would be sure to promote his interest. Several unsuccessful applicants were dismissed, when a smart looking Americanized Jew came along and applied for the situation. The "boss" was determined not to engage the fellow without proof of his thorough capability and sharpness. Hence the following dialogue: "Look here, young man! I told you somedings. I vill gone up de street und valk me back past dis shop yust like I vas coundrymans, and if you can make me buy a coat of you, I vill hire you right away quick." "All right," said the young man, “go ahead, and if I don't sell you a coat I won't ask the situation." The proprietor proceeded a short distance up the street, then sauntered back toward the shop, where the young man was on the alert for him. "Hi! look here! Don't you want some clothes to-day?" 66 66 'No, I don't vant me nothing,” returned the boss. But step inside and let me show you what an elegant stock we have," said the "spider to the fly," catching him by the arm, and forcing him into the store. After considerable palaver, the clerk expectant got down a coat, on the merits of which he expatiated at length, and finally offered it to "the countryman" at thirty dollars, remarking that it was "dirt cheap." 'Dirty tollar? My kracious! I vouldn't give you dwenty. But I don't vant de coat anyvays." "You had better take it, my friend; you don't get a bargain like this every day." "No; I don't vant it. I gone me out. Good-day." "Hold on! don't be in such a hurry," answered the anxious clerk. "See here, now; the boss has been out all day, and I haven't sold a dollars worth. I want to have something to show when he comes back, so take the coat at twenty-five dollars; that is just what it cost. I don't make a cent on it; but take it along." "Young mans, don'd I told you three, four, couple of dimes dat I don't vant de coat?" "Well, take it at twenty dollars; I'll lose money on it, but 1 want to make one sale anyhow, before the boss comes in. Take it at twenty." "Vell, I don't vant de coat, but I'll give you fifteen tollar, and not one cent more." "Oh, my friend, I couldn't do it! Why, the coat cost twentyfive; yet sooner than not make a sale, I'll let you have it for eighteen dollars, and stand the loss." "No; I don't vant it anyvays. It ain't vurth no more as fifteen tollar, but I vouldn't gif a cent more, so help me kracious." Here the counterfeit rustic turned to depart, pleased to think that he had got the best of the young clerk; but that Individual was equal to the emergency. Knowing that he must sell the garment to secure his place, he seized the parting boss, saying: "Well, I'll tell you how it is. The man who keeps this store is an uncle of mine, and as he is a mean old cuss, I want to bust him! Here, take the coat at fifteen dollars." This settled the business. The proprietor saw that this was too valuable a salesman to let slip, and so engaged him at once; and he may be seen every day standing in front of the shop, urging innocent countrymen to buy clothes which are "yust de fit," at sacrificial prices. GOIN' HOME TO-DAY.-WILL CARLETON. My business on the jury's done-the quibblin' all is through-I've watched the lawyers, right and left, and give my verdict true; I stuck so long unto my chair, I thought I would grow in ; pay; I'm loose at last, and thank the Lord, I'm goin' home to-day. I've somehow felt uneasy, like, since first day I come down; I have no doubt my wife looked out, as well as any one- She's very careful, when I'm gone, to 'tend to all the chores. And she was always quick at words, and ready to commence. say; And she will meet me with a kiss, when I go home to-day. |