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THE ENGINEER.

Trust to dreams, Bill?

I do! Foolish-still,

Do you mind that culvert-number eight? I dreamt the train was there, Dusting it, too. I'll swear!

We were more'n twenty minutes late!

Right on the edge

Of that trussle bridge

I saw my little pet gal, little Jane !-
She's the very one that's dead,
But I saw her her head

And her blue eyes-just as plain as plain!

All of a sweat

I whistled brakes, you bet!

But she never smiled or spoke!
She floated to me quick,
Kissed me on the cheek,

And vanished then!-Then I woke.

Say what you will,

Dreams have their meaning, Bill. Pardner, if I should go up, tell my wifeGod! the culvert-gone!

Jump, Bill! I'll hold on

To the brakes here! Save your life!

Can't get me loose,
Friends-it's no use!

'Twon't be long, though-let me lay.
I'm easy so, when still.

Somebody's call-ah, here's Bill!

Don't fret, pardner-I had to go this way.

Nobody hurt but ine?

That's good! Bill, you'll see

The old woman? Tell her, don't complain.
There's money in the bank-

She's other things to be thank-

Ah! stoop down. Kiss your father, little Jane.

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THE BLUE AND THE GRAY.

By the flow of the inland river

Whence the fleets of iron have fled;
Where the blades of the grave grass quiver,
Asleep in the ranks of the dead;

Under the sod and the dew
Waiting the Judgment Day;
Under the one, the Blue,
Under the other, the Gray.

These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat;
Each with the battle blood gory
In the dust of Eternity meet.

Under the sod and the dew
Waiting the Judgment Day;
Under the laurel, the Blue,
Under the willow, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours

The desolate mourners go;

Lovingly laden with flowers

Alike for the friend and the foe.

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