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 !- And her blue eyes-just as plain as plain! All of a sweat I whistled brakes, you bet! But she never smiled or spoke! 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, 'Twon't be long, though-let me lay. 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. She's other things to be thank- Ah! stoop down. Kiss your father, little Jane. راڈ THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. By the flow of the inland river Whence the fleets of iron have fled; Under the sod and the dew These in the robings of glory, Under the sod and the dew From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go; Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe. |