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And from each ample fold
9. He can behold
10. Thus the Seer,
With vision clear,
A STREET SCENE.-- LYDIA M. CHILD.
1. The other day, as I came down Broome street, I saw a street musician, playing near the door of a genteel dwelling. The organ was uncommonly sweet and mellow in its tones, the tunes were slow and plaintive, and I fancied that I saw in the woman's Italian face an expression that indicated sufficient refinement to prefer the tender and the melancholy, to the lively “trainer tunes” in vogue with the populace. She looked like one who had suffered much, and the sorrowful music seemed her own appropriate voice.
2. A little girl clung to her scanty garments, as if afraid of all things but her mother. As I looked at them, a young lady of pleasing countenance opened the window, and began to sing like a bird, in keeping with the street organ. Two other young girls came and leaned on her shoulder; and still she sang on. Blessings on her gentle heart! It was evidently the spontaneous gush of human love and sympathy. The beauty of the incident attracted attention.
3. A group of gentlemen gradually collected round the organist; and ever as the tune ended, they bowed respectfully toward the window, waved their hats, and called out: if you please !" One, whom I knew well for the kindest and truest soul, passed round his hat; hearts were kindled, and the silver fell in freely. In a minute, four or five dollars were collected for the poor woman.
4. She spoke no word of gratitude, but she gave such a look! “ Will you go to the next street, and play to a friend of mine ?” said my kind-hearted friend. She answered, in tones expressing the deepest emotion : "No, sir, God bless you all—God bless you all,” (making a courtesy to the young lady, who had stepped back, and stood sheltered by the curtain of the window,)“ I will play no more to-day : I will go home, now.” The tears trickled down her cheeks, and as she walked away, she had ever and anon wiped her eyes with the corner of her shawl.
5. The group of gentlemen lingered a moment to look after her, then turning toward the now closed window, they gave three enthusiastic cheers, and departed, better than they
The pavement on which they stood had been a church to them; and for the next hour, at least, their hearts were more than usually prepared for deeds of gentleness and merсу. Why are such scenes so uncommon? Why do we thus repress our sympathies, and chill the genial current of nature, by formal observances and restraints ?
THE PERSIAN PEASANT.-NICOLAL
1. In Erivan
Once on a time there lived a poor plain man;
2. “'Faith, I myself should think so," says the man;
“The thing looks promising—I'll even do it.”
Takes leave of all his friends,
3. Hey! my good Persian, what a trade!
Thou hast thy fortune made!
Now he may sit and whistle for his purses
4. At length the time of fruit came round,
They brought the Sheik the best that could be found : He turned his nose up, laid them down again ; “'Twas not such fruit you brought me last year—then 'Twas worth an Emperor's eating! where's the fellow Who brought me then the fruit so mellow? Will he, perhaps, again come round this way
? Has none had tidings of him since that day? Whence came he? Whither did he go? Who is he? Quick, make search, and let me know ?”
They search, and solve the mystery.
He comes :
“I know your story, Good friend !" so says the Sheik, “ I'm very sorry. But for lost time, jail fare, and money
you, Ask what you will, we'll freely give it to you."
“Sir, give me only,” answered the poor man, “ An axe, a bag of salt, and Alcoran.”