She told, their son was lost or dead, their hearts' delight and pride; "Neath yonder yew-tree," said the maid, "they're sleeping side by side." He asked her of his boyhood's love; a joyous answer came,"Thou knowest all my friends," she cried; "that was my moth. er's name!" The soldier's face was fraught with grief she could not under stand; Yet, with a child's quick sympathy, she placed in his her hand, "Come home," she said; but with a kiss, quoth he, "That may not be; I soon shall reach the only home now left on earth for me." She was his last remaining friend; and thus, life's journey done, He gave her all he had to give the cross, too dearly won! Bethought the maid, he needs repose, as he has come from far; So prayed that he would tell, some day, the story of the war. "We two will rest a little while, for I am tired," she said; "Where daisies grow, beneath the tree, come now and rest thy head." She led him gently to the spot; and sleeping calmly there, pair! He was at peace; but in that rest where sorrow ne'er may come. Ah, may the soldier then have gained, in heaven, a better home! Hannah Jane. HE isn't half so handsome as when, twenty years agone, Her fingers then were taper, and her skin as white as milk, She had but meager schooling; her little notes to me Her "dear" she spelled with double e, and "kiss" with but one s; She blundered in her writing, and she blundered when she spoke, I was but little better. True, I'd longer been at school; My tongue and pen were run, perhaps, a little more by rule; But that was all, the neighbors round who both of us well knew, Said, which I believed-she was the better of the two. H All's changed; the light of seventeen's no longer in her eyes; Her wavy hair is gone-that loss the coiffeur's art supplies; Her form is thin and angular; she slightly forward bends; Her fingers once so shapely, now are stumpy at the ends. She knows but very little, and in little are we one; The beauty rare, that more than hid that great defect, is gone. My parvenu relations now deride my homely wife, And pity me that I am tied to such a clod for life. I know there is a difference; at reception and levee The brightest, wittiest, and most famed of women smile on me; been." When they all crowd around me, stately dames and brilliant belles, And yield to me the homage that all great success compels, I can't forget that from these streams my wife has never quaffed, Has never with Ophelia wept, nor with Jack Falstaff laughed; Of authors, actors, artists-why, she hardly knows the names; She slept while I was speaking on the Alabama claims. I can't forget just at this point another form appears- She had four hundred dollars left her from the old estate; a score; At last I was admitted, then I had my legal lore, housewifely skill; I had no friends behind me-no influence to aid; will. I worked and fought for every little inch of ground I made. was won, Ah! how she cried for joy when my first legal fight I well remember when my coat (the only one I had,) spear. Was seedy grown and threadbare, and in fact, most "shocking bad," The tailor's stern remark when I a modest order made: Her winter cloak was in his shop by noon that very day; again. Our second season she refused a cloak of any sort, That I might have a decent suit in which t' appear in court; She made her last year's bonnet do, that I might have a hat; Talk of the old-time flame-enveloped martyrs after that! No negro ever worked so hard, a servant's pay to save, What wonder that the beauty fled that I once so adored! Her plump, fair, soft, rounded arm was once too fair to be concealed; Hard work for me that softness into sinewy strength congealed. I was her altar, and her love the sacrificial flame: Oh! with what pure devotion she to that altar came, And tearful flung thereon-alas! I did not know it then All that she was, and more than that, all that she might have been; At last I won success. Ah! then our lives were wider parted; race; I was far up the heights of life-she drudging at the base. She made me take each Fall the stump; she said 'twas my ca reer; The wild applause of list'ning crowds was music to my ear. |