One day last June, in an eager hunt For a friend's place, down by the river front, A cry of grief from the pier hard by; Were speeding across the rough-paved street. Screamed, “Oh! my child!" while men did shout, A man was struggling to keep afloat We shouted. Then stalwart arms and brave 'Twas not in vain, for, quicker than thought, With his face upturned to the noonday sun A bystander said: “Why, it's Cripple Ben!” EARTH'S NOBLEMEN. The noblest men I know on earth, Are men whose hands are brown with toil. Who, backed by no ancestral graves, Hew down the woods, and till the soil, And win thereby a prouder name The royal stamp and seal of God; God bless the noble working men, Who rear the cities of the plain; Who dig the mines, who build the ships, DIFFICULT LOVE-MAKING. The boy who sells fruit and confectionery on the train is usually a very vigorous sort of boy, with an eye strictly to business, and with no romantic thoughts running through his active brain. One of them came very near ruining the happiness of two souls for life, the other day. A young man sat in the seat with a pretty girl; and, though the passengers couldn't distinguish their conversation from the noise made by the cars, it was pretty evident that what was being said was of great interest to the young couple. He was saying Jenny, darling! I have long been wishing an opportunity to tell you of my great regard for 66 " "Peanuts?" inquired the fruit-and-confectionery boy, thrusting his basket in front of the pair. "No!" exclaimed the young man in an annoyed tone, and waving his hand to one side. "As I was saying, Jenny," he continued, when the boy had passed on, “ I have long wanted to tell you of my regard for you. You are everything to me; and always, in your absence, my thoughts are constantly dwelling upon "Nice candy! Prize in every box!" interrupted the boy, totally ignorant of the interesting conversation he was interrupting. The young man shook his head, while the girl looked mad enough to bite a hairpin in two. When the boy had left, the young man resumed: "I do not think you are entirely insensible to my regard, and I feel certain that you in some degree reciprocate. Tell me, darling, if I have a right to think that you are fond of—” "Nice, fresh figs-ten cents a—” The boy saw by the countenance of the pair that he could make no sale, and moved ahead with the basket. The young man finished with his eyes the sentence he had commenced, and waited for an answer. It came, murmured in his ear, that no other person might learn its import: "Oh, Charlie! you've no idea how happy you make me by your avowal! You know that I care for you only, and that my regard for you is as lasting as—— "Maple candy-very nice!" said the boy, displaying a tempting array of the delicacy. "Clear out!" ejaculated the young man, between his teeth in a savage tone; and, as the boy cleared out, he turned to his sweetheart for the continuation of her answer. "As lasting as eternity! I have always cared more for you than for anybody else. All our folks think you are just splendid; and mother says you are as good as"Pop corn-fresh this morning!” The young man arose hastily and lifted the boy several seats down the aisle, and the girl fell to crying in her handkerchief. The young man resumed his seat, and sat in a moody silence until the train stopped at his station, when in company with the young lady, he alighted; while the boy went on with his business, in utter ignorance of the fact that he had, perhaps, broken up a most interesting and happy courtship. LITTLE NELLIE IN THE PRISON. PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE, The eyes of a child are sweeter than any hymn we have sung, Hugh Falcon learned this happy truth one day; "Papa!" the child that morn, while still abed, Papa, I'll beg and pray them to be good.” 46 What, you, my child?" he said, with half a sigh. "Why not, papa? I'll beg them so to try." The chaplain, with a father's gentlest grace, "Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings still, Fancy the foulness of the sulphurous lake, O'er many a dismal vault, and stony floor, Just then, he saw, next to the mildewed wall, The chaplain paused, half doubting what to do, 78 Perforce he turned his wild, uncertain gaze Down on the child! Then stole a tremulous haze Rose through the twilight on a happy hill; Subdued, yet thrilled, 'twas beautiful to see Wont you be good, sir? For I like you so, Through his raised eyelids. Thence, the gloom withdrawn He felt no more the captive's galling chain; But only knew a little child had come To smite despair, his taunting demon, dumb; A child whose marvelous innocence enticed All white thoughts back, that from the heart of Christ Thus he went his way, An altered man from that thrice blessed day; Of words once uttered in a sacred fane: The child whose trust had saved him, tender Neil! |