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Leaving me, the darling hurried
No one heard the little prattler,
No one heard the front door open,
Down the street the baby hastened Till he reached the office door. "I'se a letter, Mr. Postman;
Is there room for any more?
"'Cause dis letter's doin' to papa, Papa lives with God, 'ou know, Mamma sent me for a letter,
Does 'ou fink, 'at I tan do ?"
But the clerk in wonder answered, "Not to-day, my little man." "Den I'll find anozzer office, "Cause I must do if I tan."
Fain the clerk would have detained him,
Suddenly the crowd was parted,
People fled to left and right,
No one saw the baby figure
No one saw the golden hair,
"Twas too late-a moment only
Stood the beauteous vision there, Then the little face lay lifeless,
Covered o'er with golden hair.
Reverently they raised my darling,
Brushed away the curls of gold, Saw the stamp upon the forehead, Growing now so icy cold.
Not a mark the face disfigured,
ST. AGNES' SHRINE.
WHILE before St. Agnes' shrine
Came a gentle carrier-dove.
Round his neck a silken string
Fastened words the warrior writ; At her call he stooped his wing, And upon her finger lit.
She, like one enchanted, pored
O'er the contents of the scrollFor that lady loved her lord
With a pure, devoted soul.
To her heart her dove she drew,
Back to sainted Palestine.
To and fro, from hand to hand
War resigned his sword to Love.
Geo. P. Morris.
THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
"Shall I have nought that is fair to see;
He gazed at the flowers with tearful
"My Lord has need of these flowers gay,'
"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
And saints upon their garments white
And the mother gave in tears and pain
But she knew she should find them all again
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
THE BOY OF THE ARCTIC.
When the American steamship Arctic came in collision with another steamship at sea, in the autumn of 1854, there was a youth, named Stuart Holland, stationed at the gun, to keep firing it, in the hope of attracting the attention of vessels at a distance, that they might come to the relief of the sinking vessel. Nearly all the crew deserted, leaving the captain and most of the passengers without a boat. But Stuart Holland kept at his post, and sank with the ship. "I saw him," says an eyewitness, "in the very act of firing, as the vessel disappeared."
THE thick fog baffled vision,
But daylight lingered yet,
Upon the ocean met;
And there were men and women
And there were frightened seamen