196 A "The suit of Russet Brown." MAIDEN once a lover had But simply was this lover clad In dark and lowly guise; So all his wooing was in vain, in vain, She toss'd her head, and mocked his pain, "No, no," cried she, "the tale would be I'll wed no youth who wears, forsooth, 2 He offered her a gentle bird, 3 That flashed with kindling pride; "No, no," cried she, with pompous airs, "Such boon I would not own; For, like yourself, it only wears A suit of russet brown." When next she met the youth he wore A doublet of brave cost: The bird's rich song was heard to pour— But youth and bird were lost. The maiden then bewailed her fate, And thought, but ah! she thought too late, Then ladies, list-this lesson learn Be wary how ye frown; Think twice ere once ye rudely spurn ELIZA COOK. 197 198 "The Comrades' Song of Hope." FARK, GARK, what strains of solemn gladness Sweet as Hope that dawns on sadness, To follow the night of despair. Listen to strains that will sweeten the strife! The friends of truth shall be victorious, Falsehood and malice may assail you, He that is mighty will not fail you, He will be your stay, When the kindly country that bore you, Be faithful to death, for your freedom and laws; Be faithful to death, for your freedom and laws! And right is might, Saturday Afternoon. J. S. STALLY BRASS. LOVE to look on a scene like this, And persuade myself that I am not old, And For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, 2 I have walk'd the world for fourscore years, That my heart is ripe for the reaper, Death, I'm old and "I bide my time;" 3 Play on, play on, I am with you there 4 I am willing to die when my time shall come, For the world at best is a weary place, But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail And it wiles my heart from its dreariness N. P. WILLIS. 199 WORK AND DUTY. N the quarries should you toil, IN Make, make your mark; Do you delve upon the soil? Make, make your mark; In whatever path you go, 200 Moving swift, or moving slow, Make your mark ; Marks of some kind must be made, Make your mark; Make it while the arm is strong, Make your mark! "Hurrah for the Men who Work." HURR URRAH for the men who work! By the sweat of an honest brow; The men of worth all over the earth: Hurrah for the workers bold. 2 Hurrah for the sturdy arm! Hurrah for the steady will! Hurrah for the hand that guides the plough, Hurrah for the noble aim ! Hurrah for the joy of peaceful homes! 3 Hurrah for the men who strive! Hurrah for the men who save! Hurrah for the men who earn their bread, 201 202 Hurrah for the men that work, And the trade that suits them best! J. RICHARDSON. "Life is Earnest.” IFE is real, life is earnest, 2 Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts tho' stout and brave, LONGFELLOW. The Cabman's Song. X E take our stand, my horse and I, In rain, and wind, and sun, In busy streets where crowds go by |