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The corner-stone lay of some new splendid super-
O ladies, dear ladies, the next sunny day
Have hunted their victims to gloom and despair;
delicate way through the dampness and dirt, Grope through the dark dens, climb the rickety stair To the garret, where wretches, the young and the old, Half starved and half naked, lie crouched from the cold; See those skeleton limbs, those frost-bitten feet, All bleeding and bruised by the stones of the street; Hear the sharp cry of childhood, the deep groans that swell
From the poor dying creature who writhes on the floor; Hear the curses that sound like the echoes of Hell,
As you sicken and shudder and fly from the door; Then home to your wardrobes, and say, if you dare, Spoiled children of fashion, -you 've nothing to wear!
And O, if perchance there should be a sphere
Where the glare and the glitter and tinsel of Time
WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER
Antony and Cleopatra.
I Am dying, Egypt, dying,
Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast,
Gather on the evening blast;
Hush thy sobs and bow thine ear;
Thou, and thou alone, must hear.
Though my scarred and veteran legions
Bear their eagles high no more,
Strew dark Actium's fatal shore;
Prompt to do their master's will,
Die the great Triumvir still.
Let not Cæsar's servile minions
Mock the lion thus laid low;
’T was his own that struck the blow,--
Turned aside from glory's ray-
Madly threw a world away.
Should the base plebeian rabble
Dare assail my name at Rome,
Altars, augurs, circling wings-
Yet shall mount the throne of kings.
As for thee, star-eyed Egyptian!
Glorious sorceress of the Nile, Light the path to Stygian horrors
With the splendors of thy smile.
Let his brow the laurel twine;
Triumphing in love like thine.
I am dying, Egypt, dying;
Hark! the insulting foeman's cry. They are coming! quick, my falchion!
Let me front them ere I die. Ah! no more amid the battle
Shall my heart exulting swellIsis and Osiris guard thee! Cleopatra, Rome, farewell !
WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE.
The Nautilus and the Ammonite.
THE nautilus and the ammonite
Were launched in friendly strife, Each sent to float in its tiny boat
On the wild, wide sea of life.
For each could swim on the ocean's brim,
And, when wearied, its sail could furl,
And sink to sleep in the great sea-deep,
In its palace all of pearl.
And theirs was a bliss more fair than this
Which we taste in our colder time; For they were rife in a tropic life
A brighter and better clime.
They swam 'mid isles whose summer smiles
Were dimmed by no alloy; Whose groves were palm, whose air was balm,
Where life was only joy.
They sailed all day through creek and bay,
And traversed the ocean deep;
In its fairy bowers to sleep.
And the monsters vast of ages past
They beheld in their ocean caves; They saw them ride in their power and pride,
And sink in their deep-sea graves.
And hand in hand, from strand to strand,
They sailed in mirth and glee;
Twin sisters of the sea.
But they came at last to a sea long past,
And as they reached its shore,
And the ammonite was no more.
So the nautilus now in its shelly prow,
As over the deep it strays,
Its companion of other days.
And alike do we, on life's stormy séa,
As we roam from shore to shore,
And find them on earth no more.
Yet the hope how sweet, again to meet,
As we look to a distant strand,
G. F. RICHARDSON.
In their ragged regimentals
(rampant From ine smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the Unicorn,
[drummer, And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled th roll of the
Through the morn!
Then with eyes to the front all,
Stood our sires;
Blazed the fires;
On the shore,
Of the plain; And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,