ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.. Though my scarred and veteran legions I must perish like a Roman, Let not Cæsar's servile minions "Twas no focman's arm that felled him-- His, who, pillowed on thy bosom, Should the base plebeian rabble And for thee, star-eyed Egyptian ! With the splendors of thy smile. I am dying, Egypt, dying; Hark! the insulting foeman's cry! They are coming! quick, my falchion! Let me front them ere I die. 201 202 IS IT COME? Ah! no more amid the battle Shall my heart exulting swell- Cleopatra, Rome, farewell! IS IT COME?-FRANCES BROWN. S it come? they said, on the banks of the Nile, With the desert sands and the granite gray. They tell of the slave and tyrant's dread— The Chaldee came with his starry lore, That built up Babylon's crown and creed; The light of the Persian's worshipped flame When Greece to her freedom's trust was true. With human Gods and with God-like men, No marvel the far-off day seemed near, To eyes that looked through her laurels then. The Romans conquered and revelled, too, SURF The gown was learning, the sword was law, Poet and seer that question caught, Above the din of life's fears and frets; And traders barter our world away; Yet hearts to that golden promise cleave, The days of the nation bear no trace Of all the sunshine so far foretold! SURF.-E. C. STEDMAN. PLENDORS of morning the billow-crests brighten, SPL Lighting and luring them on to the land,— Far away waves where the wan vessels whiten, Bearing thy riches, O beautiful sea! Strong with the striving of yesterday's surges, Lashed by the wanton winds leagues from the shore, Each driven fast by its followers, urges Fearlessly those that are fleeting before; 203 204 TOM FRAY'S SOLILOQUY. How they leap over the ridges we walk on, Palm-weed and pearls for my darling and me! Light falls her foot where the rift follows after, Morn laves her jewels and bends her red knee; DON'T TOM FRAY'S SOLILOQUY.-FANNY FERN. "Most any female lodger up stairs Occasions thought in him who lodges under." ON'T they, tho'? Not a deuced thing have I been able to do since that little gipsy took the room overhead, about a week! Pat-pat-go those little feet over the floor till I am as nervous as a cat in a china-closet; and confounded pretty feet they are, too, for I caught sight of 'em going up stairs. Then I can hear her little rocking-chair creak, as she sits there sewing, and keeps singing, "Love not-love not," (just as if a fellow could help it). Wish she wasn't quite so pretty; it makes me feel decidedly uncomfortable. Wonder if she hasn't any great six-footer of a brother or a cousin, with a sledge-hammer fist? Wish I was her washerwoman, or the little nigger who brings her breakfast; wish she'd faint away on the stairs; wish the house would ketch fire to-night; here I am in this great barn of a room (all alone), chair and things set up square against the wall; no little fixin round. I shall have to buy a second-hand bonnet, or a little pair of gaiter boots, to cheat myself into the delusion that "there's two of us." Wish that little gipsy wan't shy as a rabbit; I can't meet her on the stairs if I die for it; I've upset my inkstand a dozen times, hopping up when I thought her coming. Wonder if she knows when she sits vegetating there that Shakespeare or somebody says that "happiness is born a twin?" 'cause if she don't-I'm the TOM FRAY'S SOLILOQUY. 205 missionary that will enlighten her! Wonder if she earns her living! (poor little soul!) It's time I had a wife, by Christopher! Sitting there pricking her fingers with that murderous needle! If she was sewing on my dickeys it would be worth while now. That's it, by Jove! I'll get her to make some dickeys; don't want 'em any more than Satan wants holy-water, but that's neither here nor there; I shall insist upon her taking the measure of my throat!-bachelors have to be right fussy. There's a pretty kettle of fish now! either she will have to stand on a cricket, or I shall have to get on my knees to her. Solomon couldn't fix anything better; deuce take me if I couldn't say the right thing then. This fitting dickeys is a work of time too. Dickeys a'nt to be got up in a hurry. Hallo! there's the door-bell! there's a big trunk thumped down in the entry! Is Mrs. Legare at home? Mrs. Legare! I like that now! Have I been in love a whole week with Mrs. Legare? Never mind, maybe she's a widow. Tramp, tramp come those masculine feet up stairs-handsome fellow too!!NEBUCHADNEZZAR! If ever I heard a kiss in my life I heard one then! I won't stand it! it's an invasion on my rights; I'll listen at the door as I'm a sinner! What right have sea-captains on shore, I'd like to know? Confound it all! Well, I always knew women wer'nt worth thinking of; a set of deceitful little monkeys: changeable as a rainbow, superficial as parrots, as full of tricks as a conjurer, stubborn as mules, vain as peacocks, noisy as magpies, and full of the "Old Harry" all the time! There's "Delilah" now; didn't she take the strength out of Samson? and wer'nt "Sisera" and "Judith " born fiends, and didn't the little minx "Herodias" dance John Baptist's head off? Didn't "Sarah" raise Cain with Abraham, till he packed Hagar off? Then there was-well, the less said of HER the better! But didn't Eve, the foremother of the whole concern, have one talk too many with the "old serpent?" Of course she didn't do nothing else! Glad I never set my young affections on any of 'em! Where's my cigar-case? How tormented hot this room is! |