When sports went round, and all were gay, And looking grave-" You must," says he, Yet calling up a serious look, His hour-glass trembled while he spoke- Of cruelty upon my name, To give you time for preparation, In hopes you'll have no more to say; Well pleased the world will leave." What next the hero of our tale befell, How long he lived, how wise, how well, How roundly he pursued his course, And smoked his pipe, and stroked his horse, He chaffered then, he bought, he sold, Nor thought of death as near; His friends not false, his wife no shrew, He passed his hours in peace. But while he viewed his wealth increase, Old Time, whose haste no mortal spares, Brought on his eightieth year. And now, one night, in musing mood As all alone he sat, Th' unwelcome messenger of fate "So soon, d'ye call it?" Death replies: "Surely, my friend, you're but in jest! Since I was here before 'Tis six-and-thirty years at least, And you are now fourscore." "So much the worse," the clown rejoined; "To spare the agéd would be kind: However, see your search be legal; And your authority-is't regal? Else you are come on a fool's errand, With but a secretary's warrant. Besides, you promised me Three Warnings, Which I have looked for nights and mornings; But for that loss of time and ease, I can recover damages." "I know," cries Death, "that at the best I seldom am a welcome guest; But don't be captious, friend, at least: I little thought you'd still be able "This is a shocking tale, t'is true, But still there's comfort left for you: Each strives your sadness to amuse; I warrant you hear all the news." "There's none," cries he; "and if there were, I'm grown so deaf, I couldnot hear." "Nay, then," the spectre stern rejoined, 66 These are unjustifiable yearnings; "If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, You've had your three sufficient warnings. So, come along, no more we'll part," He said, and touched him with his dart. WHAT AILED “UGLY SAM." He had been missing from the "Potomac" for several days, and Cleveland Tom, Port Huron Bill, Tall Chicago, and the rest of the boys who were wont to get drunk with him could not make out what had happened. They hadn't heard that there was a warrant out for him, had never known of his being sick for a day, and his absence from the old haunts puzzled them. They were in the Hole-in-the-Wall saloon yesterday morning, nearly a dozen of them, drinking, smoking, and playing cards, when in walked Ugly Sam. There was a deep silence for a moment as they looked at him. Sam had a new hat, had been shaved clean, had on a clean collar and a white shirt, and they didn't know him at first. When they saw it was Ugly Sam they uttered a shout and leaped up. "Cave in that hat!" cried one. "Yank that collar off!" shouted another. "Let's roll him on the floor!" screamed a third. There was something in his look and bearing that made them hesitate. The whiskey-red had almost faded from his face, and he looked sober and dignified. His features expressed disgust and contempt as he looked around the room, and then revealed pity as his eye fell upon the red eyes and bloated faces of the crowd before him. 66 "Why, what ails ye, Sam ?" inquired Tall Chicago, as they all stood there. "I've come down to bid you good-by, boys!" he replied, removing his hat and drawing a clean handkerchief from his pocket. "What! Hev ye turned preacher?" they shouted in chorus. "Boys, ye know I can lick any two of ye, but I hain't on the fight any more, and I've put down the last drop of whiskey which is ever to go into my mouth! I've switched off. I've taken an oath. I'm going to be decent!" "Sam, be you crazy?" asked Port Huron Bill, coming nearer to him. "I've come down here to tell you all about it," answered Sam. "Move the cha'rs back a little and give me room. Ye all know I've been rough and more too. I've been a drinker, a fighter, a gambler, and a loafer. I can't look back and remember when I've earned an honest dollar. The police hez chased me round like a wolf, and I've been in jail and the workhouse, and the papers hez said that that Ugly Sam was the terror of the Potomac. Ye all know this, boys, but ye didn't know that I had an old mother." The faces of the crowd expressed amazement. "I've never mentioned it to any of ye, for I was neglecting her,” he went on. “She was a poor old body, living up here in the alley, and if the neighbors hadn't helped her to fuel and food she'd have been found dead long ago. I never helped her to a cent-didn't see her for weeks and weeks, and I used to feel mean about it. When a feller goes back on his old mother he's a-gittin' purty low, and I know it. Well, she's dead-buried yesterday! I was up there afore she died. She sent for me by Pete, and when I got there I seen it was all day with her." "Did she say anything?" asked one of the boys, as Sam hesitated. "That's what ails me now," he went on. "When I went in, she reached out her hand to me, and says she: 'Samuel, I'm going to die, and I know'd you'd want to see me afore I passed away.' I sat down, feeling queer-like. She didn't go on and say as how I was a loafer, and had neglected her, and all that, but says she: 'Samuel, you'll be all alone when I'm gone. I've tried to be a good mother to you, and have prayed for you hundreds o' nights, and cried for you till my old heart was sore!' Some of the neighbors had dropped in, and the women were crying, and I tell you boys, I felt weak.” He paused for a moment and then continued: came, "And the old woman said she'd like to kiss me afore death and that broke me right down. She kept hold of my hand, and by-and-by she whispered: 'Samuel, you are throwing your life away. You've got it in you to be a man if you'll only make up your mind. I hate to die and to feel that my only son and the last of the family may go to the gallows. If I had your promise that you would turn over a new leaf, and try and be good, it seems as though I'd die easier. Won't you promise me, my son?' And I promised her, boys, and that's what ails me! She died holding my hand, and I promised to quit this low business and to go to work. I came down to tell ye, and now you won't see me on the Potomac again. I've bought an axe, and am going up to Canada to winter." There was a dead silence for a moment, and then he said: 66 Well, boys, I'll shake hands with ye all around afore I go. Good-by Pete-good-by, Jack-Tom-Jim. I hope ye won't fling any bricks at me, and I shan't never fling any at ye. It's a dying promise, ye see, and I'll keep it if it takes a right arm!" The men looked reflectively at one another after he had passed out, and it was a long time before any one spoke. Then Tall Chicago flung his clay pipe into a corner and said: "I'll lick the man who says Ugly Sam's head isn't level!” "So'll I!" replied all the others. THE FATAL GLASS.-LAURA U. CASE. He raised the cup to his pure, sweet lips- For youth and beauty were there, and bright And one had sung with a voice divine, A song in praise of the ruby wine, That graced the feast before them. And drag his soul, like a servile slave, She raised the cup to her tainted lips-- With its holy words to teach them Whose boundless love could reach them. That one poor soul, like a wandering sheep, |