And eye to eye for a moment there All in a moment passing there— And through and through the clamorous hours A girl's laugh, idle and foolish and sweet, And through and through the crowd of the streets, He look'd a moment, and seem'd to see ROBERT KELLY WEEKS. Born 1840 AD FINEM. I WOULD not have believed it then, And let them come again to-day To pity me and prophesy, False prophets all! you lie, you lie ! Rather than say he has forgot, Or will not come who bade me wait, Who wait him and accuse him not He said that he would come in Spring, For Spring is not till he appear, The only Lord of all my year, A PAUSE. To have the imploring hands of her Clasp'd on his shoulder, and his cheek Brush'd over slowly by the stir Of thrilling hair, and not to speak; To see within the unlifted eyes More than the fallen fringes prove Enough to hide, to see the rise Of tear-drops in them, and not move ; Would this be strange? And yet at last, To only cease and be as one Who, when the fever leaves him, lies For all his little thought is spent While yet he is not in the grave. WILL CARLETON. Born at Hudson, Michigan, 1845 BETSY AND I ARE OUT. DRAW UP the papers, lawyer! and make 'em good and stout, For things at home are cross-ways, and Betsy and I are out, We who have work'd together so long as man and wife Must pull in single harness the rest of our natʼral life. 66 What is the matter?" says you. Iswan! it's hard to tell? So I have talk'd with Betsy, and Betsy has talk'd with me; There was a stock of temper we both had, for a start; The first thing, I remember, whereon we disagreed, And the more we arg'ed the question, the more we couldn't agree. And the next that I remember was when we lost a cow; She had kick'd the bucket, for certain-the question was only-How? I held my opinion, and Betsy another had; And when we were done a talkin', we both of us was mad. And the next that I remember, it started in a joke; And so the thing kept workin', and all the self-same way; Always somethin' to ar'ge and something sharp to say,And down on us came the neighbours, a couple o' dozen strong, And lent their kindest sarvice to help the thing along. And there have been days together-and many a weary week When both of us were cross and spunky, and both too proud to speak; And I have been thinkin' and thinkin', the whole of the summer and fall, If I can't live kind with a woman, why, then I won't at all. And so I've talk'd with Betsy, and Betsy has talk'd with me; And we have agreed together that we can never agree; And what is hers shall be hers, and what is mine shall be mine; And I'll put it in the agreement and take it to her to sign. pay. Give her the house and homestead: a man can thrive and roam, But women are wretched critters unless they have a home. And I have always determined, and never fail'd to say, That Betsy never should want a home, if I was taken away. There's a little hard money besides, that's drawin' tol'rable pay, A couple of hundred dollars laid by for a rainy day,— I see that you are smiling, sir! at my givin' her so much; When I was young as you, sir! and not so smart, perhaps, Once, when I had a fever-I won't forget it soon- And if ever a house was tidy, and ever a kitchen clean, I'll go. And one thing put in the paper, that first to me didn't. occur; That when I am dead at last she will bring me back to her, And when she dies, I wish that she would be laid by me; HOW BETSY AND I MADE UP. GIVE us your hand, Mr. Lawyer! how do you do to-day? Goin' home that evenin' I tell you I was blue, Thinkin' of all my troubles, and what I was goin' to do; |