His plighted maiden, when she fears The memory of her buried joys, Talk of thy doom without a sigh: That were not born to die. Fitz-Greene Halleck. The Teetotal Mill. Two jolly old topers sat once in an inn, "You must know that this comical Mill has been built "You promise, by signing this paper (I think), "There's a wheel in this Mill that they call 'self-denial,' They turn it a bit, just to give you a trial; Old clothes are made new, and if you've been ill, Bill listened and wondered at length he cried out, "Why, Tom, if its true, what you 're telling about, They gazed with astonishment; there came in a man, He mounted the steps, signed the pledge with good will, He quickly came out, the picture of health, The next that went in were a man and his wife, And when he came out how altered was he, They no more contend, "No you shan't;" "Yes I will." Next came a rough fellow, as grim as a Turk, And what he saw there, I never could tell, But his conduct was changed, and his language as well; The poor were made rich, the weak were made strong, The shot was made short, and the purse was made longThese miracles puzzled both Thomas and Bill, At length they went in for a turn in the Mill. A little time after, I heard a great shout, I turned round to see what the noise was about; A flag was conveyed to the top of the hill, And a crowd, amongst which were both Thomas and Bill, Were shouting, "Hurrah for the Teetotal Mill." "Little Bennie." A CHRISTMAS STORY. I had told him, Christmas morning, With a face demure and mild, "But we'll be good, won't we, moder," But the kitten, there before me, At the loss of such a treat, I confess I rather rudely Thrust him out into the street. Then how Bennie's blue eyes kindled; Gathering up the precious store He had busily been pouring In his tiny pinafore, With a generous look that shamed me Sprang he from the carpet bright, Showing by his mien indignant, All a baby's sense of right. "Come back, Harney," called he loudly, As he held his apron white, "You shall have my candy wabbit," But the door was fastened tight, Then, as by some sudden impulse, Watched the flames grow higher and higher, In a brave, clear key, he shouted, Like some lordly little elf, "Santa Kaus, come down the chimney, Make my Mudder 'have herself." "I will be a good girl, Bennie," Laughter chased away the frown, In my dim, fire-lighted chamber, Knelt to say his evening prayer; He is sleeping; brown and silken And I bend above him, weeping For the blessing of a child. Annie Chambers Ketchum. Lady Clare. It was the time when lilies blow, I trow they did not part in scorn; "He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands as broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well," said Lady Clare. In there came old Alice, the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare, "To-morrow he weds with me." "O God be thanked!" said Alice the nurse, "That all comes round so just and fair, Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare." "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse? "The old earl's daughter died at my breast; |