On the human heart a stone- And their king it is who tolls; Rolls A pæan from the bells! Keeping time, time, time, Keeping time, time, time, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. Edgar Allan Poe. OUT TO OLD AUNT MARY'S Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine, In those old days of the lost sunshine Of youth--when the Saturday's chores were through, Out to old Aunt Mary's? It all comes back so clear today! As light as the tips of the drops of the rain, We cross the pasture and through the wood, Out to old Aunt Mary's. And then in the dust of the road again, And the romps we took, in our glad unrest! "The shot went off, and I killed fifty brace of ducks, twenty widgeons and three couple of teals.' THE VERACIOUS HUNTING STORIES OF BARON MUNCHAUSEN: Raspe. (See page 379) "When the grave was full of living men, the rest rode over them and passed on." THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO: With its swooping swing in the locust trees, Why, I see her now, in the open door Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o'er Wasn't it good for a boy to see And wasn't it good for a boy to be For, O my brother so far away, From "Afterwhiles," copyright 1887. James Whitcomb Riley. BUT ONLY ONE MOTHER Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world. Kate Douglas Wiggin. |