house, an', as luck would have it, whose should it be but Dennis's ? He gave me a raal Irish welcome, an' introduced me to his two daughters-as purty a pair of girls as iver ye clapped an eye on. But whin I tould him me adventure in the woods, an' about the fellow who made fun of me, they all laughed an' roared, an' Dennis said it was an owl. "An ould what?" sez I. 66 Why, an owl, a bird," sez he. "Do ye tell me now?" sez I. and a quare bird.” "Sure, it's a quare country An' thin they all laughed again, till at last I laughed meself that hearty like, an' dropped right into a chair between the two purty girls; an' the ould chap winked at me, an' roared again. Dennis is me father-in-law now, an' he often yet delights to tell our childer about their daddy's adventure wid the owl. ANONYMOUS A MODERN HEROINE. "THERE are no heroes now, the race is dead," Betwixt the changes of the dance. “I know "And as for heroines, my friend, like you, Across the southland swept a bitter cry, 66 "In every house one lieth sick or dead. i Like a great sob that prayer shook all the land; Were offered as to God, to stay the woe Among the women-nurses one most fair "Where help is needed most, send me," she said. Save the plague-stricken. Poverty and sin But brave, unflinching, went the blue-eyed nurse, Day after day the dank, warm fog and rain Wailed up to God; yet calm, from bed to bed, The hot sun, like a golden flame, shone down And men took heart; but in an attic lay Nor spake to all the weeping folk who came And long before a new day dawned, they hid And quickly buried it, crying, "Alas! "For sorrow all our hearts are like to break: And on the tablet set above her breast I needn't tell you his name, But he took a turn at the whiskey-can, First an occasional little spree That didn't amount to much, He's going down hill with the brakes off, boys, Back of the Blank Street Theatre You've met him? I knew you had; And his wife? I see you remember her A little story of "Led Astray," A new Lady Isabel; A newspaper paragraph-this one day She treated him badly enough, of course, And I think it's grief, and perhaps remorse, It's a sorrow that no man shakes off, boys, He's going down hill with the brakes off, boys, You see the wreck that he is to-day, Except on the dimes that, once in a way, And even that money he takes off, boys, He's going down hill with the brakes off, boys, It's not too late, it's never too late, Though I own a man who travels this gait But there's sometimes a fellow shakes off, boys, He's going down hill with the brakes off, boys, He was as clever as any of you; Kind, good-hearted, and brave Clear his life's many mistakes off, boys, He's going down hill with the brakes off, boys, G. H. JESSOP. ON THE CHANNEL BOAT. "WHAT! Fred, you here? I didn't see I met the Browns last week; they said But didn't say how soon." "Oh, yes; I came by the Britannic; And what a rush there was for berths ! "Twas almost like a panic. I'm mighty glad to meet you, Will. Where are you going?" "Paris." 44 "Good! so am I. I've got to meet To-morrow. He and I have planned Through Switzerland on foot; I hope "Take care there! hold your hat; it blows." "Yes; how this steamer tosses! I'm never sea-sick; Charley is Though, every time he crosses. Who's with you, Will ?” "I'm travelling with My sister and my mother They're both below. I came on deck; It's close enough to smother Down there. These chaps don't care a snap For ventilation, hang 'em! Where did you stop in London? We Were stopping at the Langham." "You were? why, so was I. But then At breakfast time, and went away I lost my heart completely; Such style! such eyes! such rosy cheeks! I only saw her twice, and then at a distance. Don't laugh'twas a But Will, my boy, I tell you what, |