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6. I dug out a grave a few feet deep,
And there in Earth's arms I laid her to sleep;
And where she is lying no one knows,
And the summer shines and the winter snows;
And for many a day the flowers have spread
A pall of petals over her head;
And the little gray hawk hangs aloof in the air,
And the sly coyote trots here and there,
And the black snake glides and glitters and slides
Into the rift in a cotton-wood tree;
And the buzzard sails on,
And comes and is
Stately and still as a ship at sea;
And I wonder why I do not care
For the things that are like the things that were.
Does half my heart lie buried there
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande?
MRS. E. H. J. CLEAVELAND.
1. Talking of sects till late one eve,
Of the various doctrines, the saints believe,
That night I stood, in a troubled dream,
By the side of a darkly flowing stream.
2. And a Churchman down to the river came;
When I heard a strange voice call his name,
“Good father, stop; when you cross this tide,
You must leave your robes on the other side.”
3. But the aged father did not mind;
And his long gown floated out behind,
As dov to the stream his way he took,
His pale hands clasping a gilt-edged book:
4. “I'm bound for Heaven; and, when I'm there,
I shall want my Book of Common Prayer;
And, though I put on a starry crown,
I should feel quite lost without my gown.”.
5. Then he fixed his eyes on the shining track,
But his gown was heavy and held him back,
And the poor old father tried in vain,
A single step in the flood to gain.
6. I saw him again on the other side,
But his silk gown floated on the tide;
And no one asked in that blissful spot,
Whether he belonged to “ the Church
17. Then down to the river a Quaker strayed;
His dress of a sober hue was made:
“My coat and hat must all be gray-
I cannot go any other way.”
8. Then he buttoned his coat straight up to his chin,
And staidly, solemnly, waded in,
And his broad-brimmed hat he pulled down tight
Over his forehead so cold and white.
9. But a strong wind carried away his hat;
A moment he silently sighed over that;
And then, as he gazed on the farther shore,
His coat slipped off, and was seen no more;
10. As he entered Heaven, his suit of gray
Went quietly sailing, away, away;
And none of the angels questioned him
About the width of his beaver's brim.
11. Next came Dr. Watts, with a bundle of psalms
Tied nicely up in his aged arms,
And hymns as many---a very wise thing-
That the people in Heaven, “all around” might sing.
12. But I tho ght that he heaved an anxious sigh,
When he saw that the river ran broad and high,
And looked rather surprised, as one by one
The psalms and the hymns in the waves went down.
13. And after him, with his MSS.,
Came Wesley, the pattern of godliness;
But he cried, “Dear me ! what shall I do?
The water has soaked them through and through."
14. And there on the river, far and wide,
Away they went down the swollen tide;
And the saint, astonished, passed through alone,
Without his manuscripts, up to the throne.
15. Then, gravely walking, two saints by name
Down to the river together came;
But, as they stopped at the river's brink,
I saw one saint from the other shrink.
16. “Sprinkled or plunged ? may I ask you friend,
How you attained to life's great end !”
Thus, with a few drops on my brow,”
“But I have been dipped, as you'll see me now;
17. “And I really think it will hardly do,
As I'm close communion,' to cross with you:
You're bound, I know, to the realms of bliss,
But you must go that way, and I'll go this." 18. Then straightway plunging with all his might,
Away to the left-his friend to the right-
Apart they went from this world of sin,
But at last together they entered in.
19. And now, when the river was rolling on,
A Presbyterian Church went down;
Of women there seemed an innumerable throng,
But the men I could count as they passed along.
20. And concerning the road they could never agree,
The old or the new way, which it could be,
Nor ever a moment paused to think
That both would lead to the river's brink.
21. And a sound of murmuring, long and loud,
Came ever up from the moving crowd:
“You're in the old way, and I'm in the new;
That is the false, and this is the true: "
Or, "I'm in the old way, and you're in the new;
That is the false, and this is the true.”
22. But the brethren only seemed to speak:
Modest the sisters walked and meek,
And, if one of them ever chanced to say
What troubles she met with on the way,
How she longed to pass to the other side,
Nor feared to cross over the swelling tide,
A voice arose from the brethren then:
"Let no one speak but the 'holy men;'
For have ye not heard the words of Paul,
'O, let the women keep silence all?'"
23. I watched them long in my curious dream,
Till they stood by the borders of the stream:
Then, just as I thought, the two ways met;
But all the brethren were talking yet,
And would talk on till the heaving tide
Carried them over side by side—
Side by side, for the way was one:
The toilsome journey of life was done;
And all who in Christ the Saviour died
Came out alike on the other side.
24. No forms or crosses or books had they;
No gowns of silk or suits of gray;
No creeds to guide them, or MSS.,
For all had put on Christ's righteousness.
Poor Little Joe.
1. "Prop yer eyes wide open, Joey, Fur I've brought you sumpin' great. Apples? No, a heap sight better!
Don't you take no int'rest? Wait!
Flowers, Joe-I knowed you'd like 'em-
Aint them scrumptious? Aint them high?
Tears, my boy? Wot's them fur, Joey?
There-poor little Joe!—don't cry!
The swift g. m., Old Hiram's nag,
The fleet s. h., Don Pfeiffer's brag,
With these a third-and who is he
That stands beside his fast b.
Budd Doble, whose catarrhal name
So fills the nasal trump of fame.
There, too, stood many a noted steed
Of Messenger, and Morgan breed;
Green horses also, not a few
Unknown as yet what they could do;
And all the backs that know so well
The scourgings of the Sunday swell.
2. Blue are the skies of opening day;
The bordering turf is green with May;
The sunshine's golden gleam is thrown
On sorrel, chestnut, bay, and roan;
The horses paw and prance and neigh;
Fillies and colts like kittens play,
And dance and toss their rippled manes
Shining and soft as silken skeins;
Wagons and gigs are ranged about,
And fashion flaunts her gay turnout:
Here stands—each youthful Jehu's dream-
The jointed tandem, ticklish team!
And there in ampler breadth expand
The splendors of the four-in-hand;
On faultless ties and glossy tiles
The lovely bonnets beam their smiles;
(The style's the man, so books avow;
The style's the woman anyhow;)
From flounces frothed with creamy lace
Peeps out the pug-dog's smutty face,
Or spaniel rolls his liquid eye,
Or stares the wiry pet of Skye, -
O woman, in your hours of ease
So shy with us, so free with these!
3. “Come on! I'll bet you two to one
I'll make him do it!” “Will you? Done!”