THE TRIPLE TIE.-HENRY G. PERRY. "Twas on a street, two strangers met, in a city far away, The sun long past meridian height, left but the ghost of day And one was strong and brisk of step; but the other stooped and slow, Made him a motion level and true, true and level, you know. Then he, the strong and brisk of step, at cue of such language dumb, Came to a half-halt, dead stop next, and still a living plumb, And stroked his face, and spied again and again, 'twas surely so Some sign of a thing, both fair and square, certainly strange, you know. "If you're weary and wanting, sojourner," quoth he, "why not rest?" "Ah, brother! I'm worn and ailing enough, but leaving the West. I'm bound, I fear, to that uttermost bourne, whither we all must go; For, methinks, the Master's calling, and I must obey, you know." They first took hands in a wordless way; then spake they each with care, In Old World words, with that for this, and a something here and there, It was thus begun, but afterwards done-in the deathless glow Mysterious of genuine Fellow-craft spirit, you know. And there sought him soon three faithful men under a triple tie, Who all were sad, for well they saw that he was about to die. Now, I've none to trust in all the world but you good brethren here, In what I dying bespeak of you for wife and children dear; For the world is wicked--while I'm away-traveling hitherto; Death's gavel sounds, and all I have for them I confide to you." And, tried and trusty, those men did, as just for themselves they would; Until the last by his dying side, one or another stood, And wiped the death-damp off his brow, and eased his pillow of pain, Bidding him fix his faith in God as never besought in vain, He died at low twelve-hand upon heart-just as would you or I; His left hand suppliant raised, as if in prayer, on high; But the Master took them tenderly, and "palmed" them on his breast, While the brethren said "So mote it be !" God give his soul good rest! Thence from the lodge his coffined form passed under the architrave, With the craftsmen mutely following, two by two, to the grave, Where they gave their solemn service with his badge upon the lid, And sprigs of acacia, one by one, over their brother's head. Ah! little he thought such parting last, from home and babes and wife, To roam and not return, and so in a strange land end his life; But the friends he found forgot neither orphans nor widow lone, Since Masonry's care is ever-" dead or alive"-for its own. THE HELPLESS GRAY HEAD.-DOUGLAS JERROLD. Though we carve not the cherubim-face on the shrine We seek but to build us a house for the old, A refuge, a home, for the helpless gray head. 'Tis little to clamber life's wearisome steep, When youth holds the staff and our sandals are new; Let rock be our couch, and our canopy yew; This mountain of life hath its vines and its streams, And feed at all seasons from plenty's full horn: PPPPP* Then build we a Temple for age-stricken grief, Who, summoned, shall tell the good deeds in the skies: POPPING THE QUESTION.-I. EDGAR JONES. A dream of beauty, dazzling bright- Her person decked with diamonds rare, While flowers and waves of shining hair She seemed a spirit of the air, And common earthly things; And I though tied to wheels of trade I made myself her shadow, Her faithful satellite, And summoned courage to propose, One glorious moonlit night. We sat within an arbor, Secure from sight and sound, While balmy odors floated like Upon my knees, I begged she would Her heart to me incline; That she for once would stoop to earth, I vowed that I would live for her, For her, if needs be, die; And then, with fluttering heart I ceased, She turned those glorious eyes on me, Their amber depths revealing While o'er her face I saw desire And soft emotion stealing. She sighed, and then the shadows I felt that I had gained the day, Such idiotic talk of love Escort me to the dining-room, THE HORSE-A BOY'S COMPOSITION. AS READ BY THE BOY. The hawse is a noble animal. He has four legs, one at each corner. The hawse has a head at one end, and a tail on the other, which is different from the eliphant, for he has a tail on both ends. There are a grate many kinds of hawses. There is the black hawse, the white hawse, the gray hawse, the brown hawse, the chesnut hawse and the hawsechesnut, the reddish hawse and the hawse-reddish. I don't like hawse-reddish, 'cause it gets in my eyes and makes them cry. There's the saw-hawse, the close-hawse, the hawse voice, the hawse-pital and the hawse-pistol. Besides, there is the Colt's revolver, the pony of brandy, the nightmare, the Lord-mare, mare-ely and Mary had a little lamb. The hawse is the only animal who wares shoes, but he does not take them off when he goes to bed like boys and girls. Hawses have to work, if I was a hawse I'd wish I was a kow, cause kows do not work, but only loaf round eating all day. I like the hawse, and if I had one I would not let Jim Bunker ride on him, 'cause he makes mouths at my sister. You always can find a hawse in the street, and you can tell him because he has big eyes and a hed. The hawse has a flowing coal-scuttle (looks intently at the paper)-no-the hawse hashas a flowing coal-black mane some boys likes goats, but as for me give me a hawse or-give me deth. SEEKING REST. Thus saith my soul. "The path is long to tread. Leagues that have lengthened as the slow days sped. Which I must traverse ere I gain the door It is well said, O soul! The way is long. THE CATHOLIC PSALM.-ELIZABETH INGRAM HUBbard. Bordered by bluff and meadow, reflecting a golden day, Placid and calmly deceitful, the lovely Lake Michigan lay. The sun had gone down in glory, and naught save one tiny band Of cloud on the distant horizon, shaped like a ghostly hand With clutching bony fingers, that pictured the grim grip of Death, Gave the crew on the good sail-ship "Hester" a warning. But still not a breath That seemed in the least like a storm-wind blew over the tranquil blue deep. The two children in charge of the Captain were safe in the cabin, asleep. Captain William T. Brown was the skipper; a braver tar never trod deck. He was standing but now by the helmsman, and anxiously scanning the speck Of cloud as large now as his jacket, and above it, what looked like a head; While below stretched long limbs, ghostly shapes, that made the heart heavy with dread." And e'en as he gazed and shuddered, the arms stretched out more and more wide; The face grinned down at the skipper, the limbs seemed to make a long stride Toward the ship. Quickly gave he the word to the helmsman to make all secure, Then laid his own hand to the sail-ropes, and pulled, and tied all safe and sure. |