'Tis well said love is blind, for it oft leaves the mind Had kindled in both of their brains. Though Timmins and Bill had succumbed to no will They now were quite mastered and sore flabbergasted And their friendship's strong chain had a terrible strain In maneuvers to grapple the prize. So to keep all things square 'twixt this strong loving pair, 'Twas agreed pretty nigh the beginning They'd all malice belay whene'er fortune should play Now Jackson could dance, or shuffle, or prance And when on his watch, whether Irish or Scotch But Timmins could sing like a lark on the wing, So he thought, the young sly, as he caught her sweet eye, With dancing and song sure it could not be long At least so it appeared to each one as he veered They palavered the cook and the steward, and took Did them all kinds of chores to get delicate stores, Tom wove her a mat of fanciful plait, With initials of blue in the centre; And this, with each ditty, and many things witty, He put in love's debit anent her. But Will went one better with something that met her Sweet fancy, at least for the nonce; 'Twas a fiery red cushion to put pin. and such in, Which she pronounced lovely at once. Somewhat taken aback Tom still held on his tack, In this rivalrous way turn about was fair play, Brought forth his jimcracks and cunning nick nacks, And so this fine play bowled along every day Jesting freely went round, and the gay wags were found All the passengers too as well as the crew, Took a jocular share in the zeal; Some flattered Tom's singing, some Will's lively swinging Now to keep matters trim they took up the whim Of slipping our tars many a notion; Many brooches and rings and hosts of neat things Though Nora was reaping a harvest, and heaping It was wonderful, too, to the captain and crew, No matter what chance each one's hopes could enhance, Orestes and Pylades abandoned the ladies To roam through the wild world together, And Pythias and Damon were known to all laymen But I vow through all time there is naught in the line E'en Jonathan and David, so strongly paraded, When compared with the case of two tars without grace, Yet keeping in view their affection so true, 1 Meanwhile the old ship, without falter or trip, Unwitting of love or love making, Was fast speeding her way through the silvery spray, She at last settled down at gay New Orleans town, And they who had parted from Erin's warm-hearted, Tom and Will flew about to get Nora's traps out, And they tried to repeat all the blarney so sweet, But Nora had turned where an anxious eye burned That with beautiful truth had the dreamland of youth From the taffrail there sprung a lithe form, and young, That dived through the groups on the deck; Ah! yes-Nora was there, and Terence Adair Felt a choking at fortune's kind beck. She rushed to his arms with all her sweet charms- And 'twas plainly avowed by the cynical crowd, Then he gathered his rose in her loveliest pose, While she waved an adieu to the wild laughing crew, THE SOLUTION.-JOHN W. RYAN. To-day a cripple passed me on the way, I said, "What earthly purpose serve you here?" To-night beside a chasm's yawning lips, Like star beam struggling through a cloud eclipse, TANTALUS: TEXAS.--JOAQUIN MILLER. The Llano Estacado, or Staked Plain (so called from the means taken by the Mexicans to mark a track for travelers), is a large table-land to the west of the State of Texas, and is without a stream in its extent. "If I may trust your love," she cried, He heard, and bowed without a word, Night came, and found him riding on, He spared not spur, he drew not rein, A little rest, a little draught, Hot from his hand, and quickly quaffed, How hot the quivering landscape glowed! Or was he really riding on? Was that a skull that gleamed and shone "Brave steed of mine, brave steed!" he cried, So often true, so often tried, Bear up a little longer yet!" His mouth was black with blood and sweat- And still, within his breast, he held Oh, for a drink! But well he knew His horse went down. He wandered on, At last he staggered, stumbled, fell, The end, the object of his task, That night in the Presidio, Beneath the torchlights' wavy glow, THE WOMAN WHO LINGERS. She stands on the corner, with a squad of female friends, and smiles at the car driver, at the same time signaling him with her parasol. As soon as he begins to slacken his pace, she opens out in a conversation with her friends. The car stops, and the conductor waits. She glances around at him, steps down from the curbstone, and branches off into a fresh lot of talk. The conductor looks mad. He requests her to hurry up. She rushes at the car, seizes the iron hand-rail to make sure that she has got that car all safe and certain, and then determines that she will have her talk out or perish on the flag-stones then and there. She has more last words than the Indian chief who refused to die and go to the happy hunting-grounds until he had said the Ten Commandments and the Constitution of the United States, including the Fifteenth Amendment backwards three times in his native tongue. She holds on to that rail grimly, plants one foot |