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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Half Title
 Little Alix
 The deacon's little maid
 York Garrison
 The minute man
 The children's cherry feast
 The lost bell
 The story of the chevalier
 Sir Walter's honor
 The tenement house fire
 A ballad of the hemlock tree
 Olaf, the sea-king
 Three little emigrants
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Title: Ballads of romance and history
Physical Description: 112 p. : ill. ; 28 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Coolidge, Susan, 1835-1905 ( Author )
Whitney, A. D. T ( Adeline Dutton Train ), 1824-1906 ( Author )
Jewett, Sarah Orne, 1849-1909 ( Author )
Sidney, Margaret, 1844-1924 ( Author )
Perry, Nora, 1831-1896 ( Author )
Thaxter, Celia, 1835-1894 ( Author )
Spofford, Harriet Elizabeth Prescott, 1835-1921 ( Author )
Preston, Margaret Junkin, 1820-1897 ( Author )
Trusta, H., 1815-1852 ( Author )
Larcom, Lucy, 1824-1893 ( Author )
Osgood, Kate Putnam ( Author )
Piatt, Sarah M. B ( Sarah Morgan Bryan ), 1836-1919 ( Author )
Barnes, George Foster ( Illustrator )
Garrett, Edmund Henry, 1853-1929 ( Illustrator )
Sadham, Henry, 1842-1910 ( Illustrator )
Hassam, Childe, 1859-1935 ( Illustrator )
Taylor, W. L ( William Lee ), b. 1854 ( Illustrator )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Berwick & Smith ( Printer )
Publisher: D. Lothrop Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Berwick and Smith
Publication Date: c1887
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Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Ballads -- 1887   ( rbgenr )
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Statement of Responsibility: by Susan Coolidge, Adeline D. T. Whitney, Sarah O. Jewett, Margaret Sidney, Nora Perry, Celia Thaxter, Harriett Prescott Spofford, Margaret J. Preston, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Lucy Larcom, Kate Putnam Osgood, S.M.B. Piatt ; illustrations by George Foster Barnes, Edmund H. Garrett, Hy Sandam, F. Childe Hassam, W.L. Taylor.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
        Page i
    Front Matter
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Table of Contents
        Page v
        Page vi
    Half Title
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Little Alix
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The deacon's little maid
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    York Garrison
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    The minute man
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The children's cherry feast
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    The lost bell
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The story of the chevalier
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Sir Walter's honor
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    The tenement house fire
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    A ballad of the hemlock tree
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Olaf, the sea-king
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    Three little emigrants
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Spine
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SUSAN COOLIDGE HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD
ADELINE D T WHITNEY MARGARET J PRESTON'
SARAH 0 JEWETT ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS
MARGARET SIDNEY LUCY LARCOM
NORA PERRY KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD
CELIA THAXTER S M B PIATT








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GEORGE FOSTER BARNES EDMUND H GARRETT
HY SANDHAM F CHILD HASSAM
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COPYRIGHT, 1887, BY D. LOTHROP COMPANY.









































PRESS OF BERWICK AND SMIIH.
























CONTENTS.







I. LITTLE ALIX: A Story of the Children's Crusade Susan Coolidge . 9
Illustrated by Edmund H. Garrett.


II. THE DEACON'S LITTLE MAID .. .Adeline D. T Whitney 17
Illustrated by George Foster Barnes.


III. YORK GARRISON 1640. . .Sarah Orne Jewett 25
Illustrated by W. L. Taylor.


IV. THE MINUTE MAN: A Ballad of the "Shot heard
round the World" . .. Margaret Sidney. 33
Illustrated by ily. Sandham.


V. THE CHILDREN'S CHERRY FEAST .. . Nora Perry ... 41
Illustrated by George Foster Barnes.


VI. THE LOST BELL: A Legend of the Island of Riigen
in the Baltic Sea . .. .Celia Thaxter. .. 51
Illustrated by F. Childe Hassam.


VII. THE STORY OF THE CHEVALIER . Harriet Prescott Spofford. 61
Illustrated by Edmund H. Garrett.


VIII. SIR WALTER'S HONOR . .. Margaret Preston 69
Illustrated by George Foster Barnes.










vi C CONTENTS.

IX. THE TENEMENT HOUSE FIRE .. ... .Elizabeth Stuart Phelds 79
Illustrated by F. Childe Hassam.


X. A BALLAD OF THE HEMLOCK TREE . Lucy Larco . 87
Illustrated by W. L. Taylor.


XI. OLAF, THE SEA-KING: A Scandinavian Ballad Kate Putnam Osgood 95
Illustrated by George Foster Barnes.


XII, THREE LITTLE EMIGRANTS: A Romance of Cork
Harbor-1886 ......... S. M. B. Piatt .... 105
Illustrated by F. Childe Hassam.





















BALLADS OF ROMANCE AND HISTORY



















































































































































































































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LITTLE ALIX
































With cross on shield and mail on breast,
And vowed their vows, and left their easehome. An w were churches, and whstate to wrestere ill.































Close by another cottage rose; Pierrot, her fair-haired boy of nine,
From heathen hands the Tomb of Christ.



























Its mistress, Barba, lame and fat, Across the moor had strayed, to see
That sweet June sun which wakes the vine
And makes each budding vineyard glow
With gold, prophetic of its wine.

Dame Manon at her doorway stood,
To taste the air grown cool and mild,
And by her in a ribboned hood
Was sweet Alix, her only child.

Blue as the sky were Alix' eyes,
Bright as the yellow wheat her hair,
Demure the little maid, and wise
And full of fancies debonaire.









Close by another cottage rose; Pierrot, her fair-haired boy of nine,
Its mistress, Barba, lame and fat, Across the moor had strayed, to see
Sat on the porch and knitted hose What was the strange bird on the vine
And talked across of this and that. Which called and chirped so curiously.

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Dame Manon lent a heedful ear; And little lads with arms entwined,
But suddenly she raised her head And older lads, thick clustering
Astonished, and Whom have we here ? About a chariot, where reclined
What is this throng of folk ? she said. A figure like a boyish king.


And o'er the countless heads there flew
Banners, embroidered with the Cross,
And still they sang as on they drew
Marching beneath the banner's toss:

"God wills it!"' this the children's song-
"The Sea shall part, the waves divide,
The Lord is wonderful and strong,
Our feet shall tread the farther side.

"God wills it We shall pass the Sea;
In vain the heathen storm and rage,
For Christ's own Holy Land shall be
Our portion and our heritage!"

Feeble the voices were, and shrill,
But all their souls were in the strain,
As tired of limb but strong of will
The children marched across the plain.
For, filling all the road in swarms,
And crowding all the distance, came "Poor babes," the pitying Manrion said,
A multitude of childish forms, Their need would melt a heart of stone."
Dusty and travel-worn and lame. She moved to search for milk, for bread,
She turned her own Alix was gone i
Thousands of children --little maids
Whose tangled locks for many a day
No mother hand had smoothed in braids,
Or curled in loving mother way;



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For Pierrot borne on rapid feet Strange cities lay along the march,
Had joined the children, who with glee Strange villas towered above her head,
And beckon and entreaty sweet Fragment of column and of arch
Called," Come! for Christ has need of thee!" Builded by nations long since dead.

1" My boy, my boy," poor Barba cried. Strange folk flocked out to see the show,
Scarcely her scream had smitten the air, The childish army and their king,
When Alix darted past her side, But times were hard and men were slow
The sunlight on her blowing hair. Money or bread or meat to bring.


Pierrot, come back," she shrieked-in vain,
No little Pierrot met her view, --
And borne and swallowed by the train '
Of children Alix goes on too.

Hopeless her struggles and her tears,
The shouting children drown her voice,
Their own loud singing stops their ears:
"God wills we go, rejoice! rejoice!"




They halt her home has vanished quite. or bat

Unknown and foreign all things seem.
No clue there is to guide her back,
And day by day as if in dream
She stumbles o'er the dusty track.

Return is harder than advance, v oie
So spent her strength, so hard her need, ,
As through the war-worn land of France iL gt.
She follows where the others lead. .

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Hungry and footsore and dismayed, "Divide, 0, Sea, thy waves of glass,
Our little maiden toiled along. Open, and be a pathway wide,
" 0 Mother Mary, help she prayed O'er which the Lord's elect shall pass
She had no voice to swell the song. Arfd Christ's dear name be glorified! "

At last the walls of fair Marseilles, Alas the waters ebbed and flowed,
Rising against an ocean blue, No miracle was wrought to save.
Dappled with waves and soft mist veils Behind them lay the long, long road
And flying birds,rose on their view. Bordered by many a youthful grave.

" At last the weary children cried Before them stood the city gate
And rushed with joy to touch the strand, Against them barred, for food was scan,
While rising with a look of pride And burghers could not bear the weight
Their leader waved his boyish hand. Of such a sudden mass of want.









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/ And some lay down to sleep and died,
Their sepulchre the yellow sands,
3 WAnd some were fain to wander wide
-y I And beg for alms at stranger hands.

And some toward home went straying back, --
But never found the homeward way,
SLost in the forests dense and black,
To hunger and the wolf a prey. --

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OurShe dweltxhad a strangrder faby the sea,


















And other longing could not b e g ainsaid, Rose the dear face her childhood knew, (
She dwelt a stranger by the sea,
Watering her pillow hard with tears, F g hr sr w f
When others slept and left her free.g Ti, a t c o m

She never spoke of the dear home th
So strangely lost that sweet June eve,
But Mother was her inward moan
Whenever there was time to grieve.





















At last, grown womanly and tall, For like a star .o'er trackless sea
Her longing could not be gainsaid, Rose the dear face her childhood knew,
And with the slow consent of all And as the Magii went, so she
She started forth, the brave, sweet maid. Following her star went forward too,

Hard was the journey, oft her strong Till, at the close of many days,
Young limbs grew tired, her feet were sore, When strength had ebbed and heart was low,
She lost the way and wandered wrong She recognized at parting ways
And felt that she could bear no more. A roadside shrine she used to know.

In danger from the river floods, She flung her down upon the grass,
In danger from the wolves and bears, She kissed the shrine with gesture fond -
From starving in the trackless woods, Was there but one more mile to pass,
From thieves and robbers- on she fares. Were home and mother just beyond ?


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Dame Manon stood her door beside : A form is hurrying toward the gate;
For the long years in sun or rain This is no child with sunny hair,
Each night has seen the door set wide, Yet," Mother! mother !"- sure as Fate
If haply Alix come again. She hears the words and trembles there.

The level beams stream in her eyes, "Mother, my mother !" in her arms
Those tearworn eyes, so old and dim, The weary form is folded fast,
And show the silver hairs that rise Vanished are sorrows and alarms,
Above the head-band's ruffled rim. Dame Manon holds her child at last.

"Oh,little daughter mine, come back She drinks her face with thirsty eyes,
So speedily cries the mother heart, She marks the lines that time has laid,
Gazing down the dusty track Through growth and change and dusty guise,
By which she saw her child depart. She knows again her little maid.


























"Bless God, and bless our Patron Saint,"
She sobs amid her raptures blind,
SAnd happy Alix answers faint,
S-" God and the Holy Saints were kind,

"For they have brought me home at last,
Through leagues of toil and years of pain,/'
Oh, mother, mother, hold me fast
And never let me go again."

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II

THE DEACON'S LITTLE MAID































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HELPING THE DAME ON SATURDAY MORN.






















ld 1.lig rcl [ihe %.;e.- of tein iM a-. en
T o rl,,_ c Inn in Betlliclen ti:,, 1n,
P. M ar, hillide tsl, e, to th un,
,Or diFp..ed to a sh crn4 sea,
.;-.' i Fair for G .:,l'sr r senc,: as ever one
. 'h 7 ir, J.Iu.1b, :or Gallic, :-.

la ,n, a -J-ul that %a% : t .trr ,ing then, '
Till enttri-s shoul: g ,
To tlke it; place it, the line : o en,
To the Lr, as ju-t as nrigh

.As Johrn, ,r Mar.y, or La:arus
\ ...alked tth him L., the %;. v
Atwa For the b-lesed si.n r sl,- be t, us
: T i a t I e < ,: k s t oli sl l e t ,: d ,] .
t~-el Cl'.eld with loe that hatrb ni c,,llare,
T he v,-r, n .-v s gre".' r,:
And M ari, and J.hr ere e.,r, ire.












With orchards whose fruitage the summer fills, -- -
And looking Eastward between the farml is,


As over the river you go, -

Stately with elms as the old with palms,
You may see sweet Jericho.
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\Whl.t ) inder iar N I ir, t.e ittle r- ad,

Pictu r d, %1. l-re i h-er I te-, had srraerd,
lTho rnar anlous tro-, ,, .:r e -
"- That the darks:,le h:.!l,:, Ie, ..rd the bridge
S "I. \ here the pollard il.-:s ...,
A nAd tle '-ste lp. rou. h il,:lo- a; Ul. it, ridge
il th-e glool:,ri : tOf le i lc '):k e ,,,,

Should :sem like thl asi-:le v a here th tinekes
"eset ti1e tra -elhr-rman,
Fir tie .,rrd am'rtan ?

lr thl, cathe-d old piartree b: the bro-k.
Thai r lte !ii tnin in the ni,' ht
\\'le ,n t0e rrlhuse ,itl tI-, t i thunder shook.



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Should be to her farc the 6i -tee, bare,
O r Ildin bt bitte and o,. tr.


T r Ii tTI far
L. the hi! ''i,,s h tl e sun.


I. ,- "ich .. as trl Ie r -,ne

II Wihere the br.:oth.-er and ssters s;t at inmeat
'-':. "'.W 5- hi / I"' t \j.\\\lii,. ,-- \\'irh tI-,r freri:, 0,!cr, ri, da, as low,

I \hat had jour ,e, :I in mer s.-- ?

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She was Deacon Sternbold's little maid,
SAd iI', And her mother was kindly true;
Her primer and hymns to her sire she said,
But her heart the mother knew.

n Helping the dame one Saturday morn
At the churn, all suddenly she
Pi eCried, Mother, O I wish I'd been born
Real Mary of Bethany !

Or I wish that Jesus would walk in here,
And would call me to him, and say,
With his eyes' great glory upon me, 'Dear,
Come sit at my feet all day i'"







To serve Him, to bide alway.





N ow bring me t he ? tray; answered the ospat r




Now bring me the tray; and the spat. ].
Cool in the ice-bowl there; [p
Then finish the seams of your gown of c s t L
That to-morrow you may wear.

"And if baby wakes from his long, nic i.i -p,
Just sing him your little song
While mother's busy; the work, mayh :..
Won't need to hinder her long."

Maid Mary went at the gentle word;
Some beautiful inward smile
Dawning up to her face as if she heard


For the child's deep heart was beating still So while she fetched the spats ad t rints,
WiSo while she fetched the spats and the prints,
With the joy of that saying sweet:
"To bide with Him is to do His will, And hastened away to sew
St s at His feet." Wit ready fingers the gown of chintz,
To love Him, to sit at His feet."."
She went as the angels go.

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." '. .-..'. And sitting there bv the cradle-side,
':-- \Vhen a :,:,r:,le hfied the latch
I' ': I .-\ And ea-erl, signed t tI: t pasture wide,
I',,,i..i '.' il I |l i A ,,A l a I-hispcred, "'tblia: berrv patch !"
i ,, I S: l sh.e si .k lir delicate head,
B.'.t s il! d .a slh did ir, too;
'. TUIeTil the oti r g.e cei, -lihe must know, instead,
SOf se ip:lea-i.ianiter thing to do.
Ar,,:l ,L: n chthe y I at lke at last,
I,- T I -Fr.:ttun ill sleep, .-\ him, [past,
,T ,,:,,.'l1 ,7T.h te iin .i :.. s do:.e, and an hour was
0\.' .* Sull ;iesn l ed: **I canii wait,.withHim !"
\Vliher the older brothen-rs c:me whooping in-
R.:,.-er a,,,: re,,.c- n w i),- wi-

R:toin hei l r -.uet e it r clicking din,
,- ,. f c And te'in-.', as Lbjrie-rs can;

Anl father. vered f,:r a mischief played,
Full I a-til, ,ilea :Ind chid-
-- --- Never a2 .:,,.lid ,: i tlhe f eii: of the maid
TI'- bU, it I L -htiiL;s hid.













For what could take her with ill surprise,
Or what could provoke a frown, -- ..
When she knew the glory of Jesus' eyes .__--
Was over her, looking down ? -

So Saturday's nightfall folded the hill And when the people stood up to pray,
And the Day of the Sun broke bright; As the custom used to be,
And the good folk gathered, sedate and still, She whispered, "Dear Christ, like yesterday
In the meetinghouse on the height. Make all the to-days for me !"
With her tender secret in her face, Ah, many a Mary, merry or staid,
Maid Mary sat in the pew; On the hillsides there might be;
The Lord who was here in his Holy Place But was not the deacon's dear little maid
Had been at home with her, too. Real Mary of Bethany ?
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YORK GARRISON
























































































SHE HURRIES BY THE SCARLET FLOWERS,
SHE HOLDS HER DOLLY FAST.














I see them all in sunshine soft;
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Far off the sea waves call;
In Scotland garrison but. one -
Keeps watch and ward for all.

One woman at her spinning stands i I
NowHE long hill slop,ces at the riverwoodland's edgourse,
he bends to touch the whrleing wheel,






Or mend the thread that flies,
I see them all in sunshine soft;






Sepme where th s are fd air. s n
Far off the sea waves call;i








utr in the loout higha .i .
And now spins busily.


She bends to touch the whirling wheel,



Or mtnd the thread that flies,- .ike this,
Then wakes from sweet day-dreams of home -
And seeks with eager eyes
Her own and only little child, There steadily the brave men work,
From wher s t fa Nor- t:r ,jar [hey misse;

Out in t I, ouc ea n whirl n w of.,i.,.:'Ft 'r-
.O1r* ,*2,.'.-,ji," \cO, .II rie a ml iln [ike this,


Her own and only little cld There ste ilyt.,,,v men wo,! ,

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All unafraid of Indian foes,
Forgetting, every one,
The stories told to frighten her,
Is Polly Masterson.

There, by the brook, such lovely flowers i -:
Have bloomed to make her glad,
Such scarlet splendors tall and gay
Old England never had !


S" All safe, thank God says Masterson,
Now let the siege begin-
I Our walls are strong." Then wails his wife,
Did you bring Polly in ?"






Her prim Dutch doll is in her arms,

To match the brook that leads her on
This pleasant afternoon.

The mother, busy at her wheel,
The father at his plough,
Forget to keep her safe in sight,
Nor dream of dangers now.

Yet suddenly a piercing call
And all the work is done.
" Come in I come in I the watcher cries,
SQuick to the garrison

Only one word the farmers need;
With beating hearts they climb _
The hill, and reach the open door
And shut it just in time.

A sudden silence in the fort;
Out from the woods the Indians steal A s sil i
A fearful hum without -
Like tigers lithe and strong. A fearful hum without
A merciless an wl cry And by the brook the scarlet flowers
A merciless and awful cry
That tempted Polly out.
Rings out.and echoes long. That tempted Py

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She hears the crackling of the boughs; The Indians oh the woods are full
Strange whispers come and go; A of dreadful shapes of men
Oh, Polly Masterson, run quick! Across the open field can she
Your little feet are slow! Get safely home again?

Alas, she hears the savage cry. They see her come, the little girl.
Where has her father gone ? Alas, she trips and falls !
He cannot have forgotten her Oh anxious faces looking down
His Polly Masterson. From the stockaded walls !

She hurries by the scarlet flowers, They fear to see her captured now
She holds her dolly fast, Before their very eyes -
She sees the crested, snake-like heads- The awful march to Canada
The danger knows at last. Brings fearful memories.










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The father turns away his face, And no one fires a gun; they stand
SHe prays to God aloud. And watch the little child,
The mother stands as still as stone They hear her voice so faint and shrill,
To watch the savage crowd. They see her apron, piled

For just beyond, so short, so small, 1 With posies, and her arm still holds
The breathless Polly tries The dolly safe and fast.
To hurry to the fast-barred gate t There I there she is The Indians see,
And "Father Father! cries They laugh as she runs past.

Who can go out ? The strong men look, They must not murder Polly where
But cannot speak; they know \l An hour ago she played!
That certain death is his who dares Oh will they drag her to the North
To meet the foes below. A wretched captive maid ?


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And covered many a sin A gleam of sunshine bright;

And Polly safe went in. And gave them food that night.
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That frightened little face Hugged Polly Masterson !























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THE MINUTE MAN














































































"HARDEST OF ALL TO WAIT."












THE MINUTE MAN.
l(A, Bdllad of" The Shot heard round the World.")

BY MARGARET SIDNEY.

FOR more than a hundred years We tell the story once more
In history, legend, and rhyme, Of that brave and early fight,
Has the old story been told anew When young America stood to her guns,
Of the Century's deed sublime. With trust in the God of right.

On this Memorial Day, We sing the old, old story
When the grateful hearts of all, To the children of our time,
Recounting the struggle for Liberty, Of the Minute Man at Concord Bridge-
The Nation's birth recall, Again in simple rhyme.











Ss They settle here, and honestly
They purchase land by river,
SRequiting Indian.toil.
And peacefully, neathh Jethro!s Oak,
So runs the legend, springs the name
Which:bles'ses all the soil.

Fair Concord fitting spot to be
The Nation's birthplace, lovingly
The scattered hamlet, listening Is given to thee the fame
To the river's melody Of leading in the Right, that long
Slow-pulsing, even, -sweet, As Liberty has voice to 'speak,
Like dream of heaven, fair paradise, Shall halo thy dear name.
With forests grand, and fertile fields,
Is blessed, safe retreat.

To weary pilgrims, tossed upon
A sea of conflict, stormy, rough,
.11 Who waves of trouble breast,
Musketa-quid seems fair indeed.
They bare the brow, and fervently
Thank God that here they rest.


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.Are marching out toward the West.



TWith healing in each bright ray,
The earth is waking to life anew
The hrr This beautiful April Day.

Nature is smiling sweet
H-. From meadow, and wood, and hill,
And a simple task it seems to be
A cloud descends the vale, To conquer this hamlet still.
The pine-crowned crests
Repeat an echo warningly; Passing the jest along,
A cry, that were not God their God, The jubilant host march on
Would make those settlers quail. To the easy honor of victory
Like that of Lexington.
The hurrying, threatening cloud scarce waits
For prayers ascending to the God who led
the Pilgrims forth.
"To arms To arms They come--They K
come!"
Is heard the cry,--
And quick as lightning on his smoking steed
A messenger must fly
To waken all that valley sweet --
Lying in blessed, cool retreat.

















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Swiftly the message ran
Through villages on its way,
Bringing the minute men instantly, .


















Quietly on the hill, Fiercely rages beneath
Drawn back from river and road, Destruction and pillage dire;
These yeomen gather from plough and field, Liberty's signal crashes and falls,
To wait alone with God. Destroyed in the vandal's fire.

Bravely the words that come,. Waiting, the minute men
Pealing down these hundred years, In the fear of God on the hill
Voicing their trust in the God of might, Calming the hot blood patiently,
And ringing into our ears. Are holding their rifles still.

Fearless and faithful words, Hardest of all to wait,
Hear them so martial and clear: To say coolly, one by one,
"Let us stand our ground, and if we die, "We will never fire a single shot
Praise God, we will die right here." Unless first fired upon."

Listen! sharp the command !
Bayonet and gun in place,
The rallying point of the Nation's war,
The old North Bridge, they face.

Holding war-council there,
On God they trustingly wait;
Sublimely the Century keeps for them
A grand and glorious fate.



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Scarce hoping a life to save,
Single the shot a volley! While two dead faces by river's brim,
Two minute men fall are dead; Wait for a nameless grave.
Now speaks America in her guns,
The waiting-time is fled !


Faithfully now they fight, -_. ---- -----a-..
Freedom is theirs at last,
The tyrant's hold is loosening now, of green.
QuicklyThe die of war is cast done,
ProvincialsClinching the trustmasters of war
Keenly Flee while you may, oh brilliant foe,








With muscles unbound from the long restraint, your King afar!

They lay theenemylo. "" .
hurriedd now the retreat,
Scarce hoping a life to save,




















SingleConcord, they patriot blood
Two minute men fall are dead; Wait for a nameless grave.r sod









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No- Here stands the Minute Man,
4 As from his plough he ran,
The waiting-time ismeek in his glory,
The tyrant's hold is loosening nowbronze











Tell again the grand story;
They So shall he ever belw








Herald of Liberty!



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THE CHILDREN'S CHERRY FEAST





















































































" HO, HO! WHAT IS THIS? THE GENERAL CRIED.












































Q UICK, quick, shut the gates!" the Saxon lords cried,
"And blow from the tower a blast far and wide,
To tell all the people, from courtier to clown,
That the Hussites are coming to storm the good town.

"We'll teach the bold braggarts what Naumberg can stand!
We'll shew them how Saxon lords fight for their land!
And storm as they may, from sunrise to sunset,
They'll find that we're more than a match for them yet."

Outside of the gates that shut in the town,
Along by the hill-sides, they came riding down -
These handsome "bold braggarts," who laughed as they sped,
For bold as they rode, there rode at the head





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I One bolder than all, who laughed with the best,
And vowed as he laughed that this Naumberger nest
Should open its gates ere the new moon was old
To let in his troopers so gallant and bold.
But the moon of that month waxed and waned to its length,
And the gates were still shut againstt the bold troopers' strength.
" By my faith! quoth the chief, if this be the way
These Saxons hold out, we must bring them to bay

"Without more ado at the point of the sword;"
And straight into Naumberg he sent forth his word,
That if, ere the end of the week had gone by,
The gates were not wide open flung, they should die -

These Naumberger Saxons, who dared to deride
His soldierly fame in their insolent pride.
But the Naumbergers scornfully flung back his threat,
Their fortress was strong, and not yet, ah! not yet































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To rove at his will through the breadth of their land.
Not yet, ah! not yet-but at last through the town
The weak wail of hunger was heard up and down;
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And a council was called but 'twas late in the day
For the wise men of Naumberg to parley or pray
With the foe they had dared to flout and to scorn,
When their larders were stocked and their bins full of corn.

Ah! what should they do in this terrible strait?
They fearfully pondered behind the great gate.
Then up spoke a voice had been silent before:
"My lords, leave the children to settle this score -

"Nay, nay, hear me out," the rash speaker cried;
"This chief of the Hussites whom we have defied,
This iron-mailed warrior, doth keep, I am told,
A soft heart for children, like Brian the Bold.



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S So what if we gather the flowers of our flock,
And tell them to speed when the gates we unlock W~iii
To the arms of the gay jolly chief, who awaits
To feed and protect them beyond the great gates ?"

There was shaking of heads, and question and doubt,
But it ended at last in the prettiest rout
Of merry-faced creatures who thought it fine fun
Once more from the town-gates to scramble and run.





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"Ho, ho! what is this the General cried
As down the green path the rout he espied;
"What army of pigmies is this that I see
Coming down the green valley, to charge upon me ?"

He laughed as he spoke, and they laughed at him back;
Then all in a moment the whole merry pack
Flew at him and clutched him with shouts and with cheers,
'Till his jolly red face was streaming with tears.




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Might visit the fairy's eyes, And over the land he flew, [bird,
Still must he sleepless fill the air Over the waters of Ralov,
With mournful wails and cries. And the fields of green Unruh.

O WHO has borne off my treasure HE searched the nests of all the birds,
0 From the ground where it did lie ? He talked with them, great and small,
Is it raven or crow, or jackdaw ? But never a trace of the little bell,
Or magpie noisy and sly ?" Could the Brownie find at all.




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N.w what can that queer bird be ?
I r1;.ks their bells make my cattle so rich,
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I HEN he drew forth from his pocket SWIFT drew off his dress of feathers,
The treasure that he had found, And took the shape of a crone
And the magic silver rang out clear Who hobbled up to the shepherd lad,
With a keen, delicious sound. And spake in a coaxing tone :


1 HE sprite in the bird's shape heard it, OOD even, good friend, good even !
And fairly shook with delight, What a charming bell you ring!
Dropped down behind a bush near by, I'd like such an one for my grandson -
Hid safely out of sight, Will you sell me the pretty thing? "







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i HE old dame offered him money, "- :
S A glittering golden heap, .- .
But Fritz stood firm; "Nay, nay," he said,
S "My sweet, sweet bell I'll keep." /. '.




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Wherever your flocks you drive." The old crone seemed to glide.


jHE reached him the stick. Her gesture 5 HE was gone like the down of a thistle,
SSo mystic, bewitched him quite, Or as mists with the wind that blend,
So strange and lovely her dazzling smile And a tiny whir, like a whistle thin,
He was blind in its sudden light. Set all his hair on end.


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S Spirited quite away; And Fortune to Fritz was kind,
Fritz looked at his prize with doubtful eyes For all his labors prospered,
But who so glad as the fay ? And all things worked to his mind. .


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THE STORY OF THE CHEVALIER







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"AUVERGNE, AUVERGNE, HERE IS THE FOE !

















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WHEN first the huge French war-ship touched Perchance upon the hillsides of Auvergne,
the wave Where the deep dewy forests tossed and yielded
That round about her swelled and seethed and To many winds their wild and leafy scents,
bubbled, By waning moons, by sunny mornings gilded,
When on her prow the carven Chevalier Fed with the old soil's strength, grew up the
In stiller water saw his splendor doubled, stems
I wonder if those mighty timbers then With which her sturdy keel and sides were
By no great memory were stirred and troubled. builded.









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THE STORY OF TIlHE CHE VALIER.


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But whether in Auvergne her timbers fell,



-- And cried; keep the hero-promise well,
v ( ppA For now, D'Assas I name thee, ship of honor! "

Should the ship bear his name and have no sense
S 7 Of the great deed he did in one swift thinking?
~~ __-_ He before whom the golden years held up
Joy's full draught at the sweetest for his drinking,
Who, in one moment, thrust the cup aside
And under the broad boughs at even-fall, And poured his life out with no sign of shrinking!
Perchance, again, the peasants had recited
The story of D'Assas, the Chevalier, Far on a craggy steep of old Auvergne,
The proud glad youth whose faith to France was The giant mountains all about it lying,
plighted, Like kings in purple and with crowns of gold
Old Auvergne's child, who, for her honor died At dawn and dusk, lightning and storm defying
When life and love and joyance most delighted. Stood the lone tower where his father still
Watched for his son and kept his banner flying.
The listening leaves hung trembling; fragrant
tears What morning silence slept below the tower!
Swept darkly over those that told the story; How often he had seen the dim mists weaving
Wider the old roots ran beneath the earth Their violet hazes over gorge and scaur !
That held this gracious Knight of field and foray, How many a sunbeam he remembered cleaving
Glad, it may be, they and the hero grew The gulfs below, how many a flight of stars
From the same dust to share the self-same glory. Pause like great spirits ere the dark hills leaving!
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THE STORY OF THE CHEVALIER.

There, in the hall, his mother her sweet face Now, captain of the men of old Auvergne-
Bright with the aureole of her silver tresses All the wide army on its weapons sleeping-
Wrought at her broidery among her maids. In the dead dark and middle of the night
Still he could feel the touch of her caresses, He, with his peerless band, the watch was keeping,
Still he could hear her singing far away And, lest he met the foe all unaware,
O'er viny vales and lonely wildernesses. Still as a snake through the black wood went
creeping.
And down the path he sees his sisters ride
With baying hounds where gallant huntsmen guide Vast lay the flower of France along the plain,
them, The flashing throbbing heaven above them vaster,
And one, too fair for earth, too human yet Should the dark enemy surprise them now,
For heaven, he sees ride lightly on beside them Should one betray them ah, what dread disaster !
What blushes bathe her white brow in his Suddenly sword-points at his throat, a voice
thought- Whispers, "One word, and you are dead, my
And now no lover's breast whereon to hide them! master!"
































For he, her lover, from that happy home And all as suddenly he knew that here
Of innocent delights, whose blood swept sadly, In the forest, the fell enemy lay biding,
Full sadly and full sweet, at thought of her, And if he cried out, all the French awoke,
When France her heroes called had answered gladly, And if he cried not, all of these were riding
As fierce and pure as the trumpet-tone that thrilled In French blood fetlock-deep while still the
him dawn
Into the thick of battle leaping madly. Down in the bosom of the dark was hiding.
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Then in one instant, as those sword points pricked, And France forgot him. Through a weary reign
He saw again his mother's brow of blessing, Nor king nor people once the deed divining -
He saw again the face that nevermore That deed told only far on old Auvergne
Should over-run with smiles at his caressing, By wood-folk, it may be, at day's declining;
And never seemed those kingly purple hills Their children bore his name, and in the gloom
So near the very gate of heaven pressing They kept his sword, they kept his memory shining,

Ah, could he only live, what years were his At last, a light from darkness, springs again
Of love and joyance yet'France called him nearly, The Chevalier to lead his.great war-vessel.
And he was one, and they were many there Strong in such spell, I will not think she rots
And like a trumpet, with a great voice clearly In port, or crowns the reef where sea-birds nestle,
" Auvergne, Auvergne, here is the foe he cried. But through a century she shall sail and still
And in the cry saved France, and met death cheerly. With bursting billow and wild storm-wind wrestle











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MOTHER! cast thy fears away,
Fling sadness from thy brow;
My father's ships, the sailors say,
Are in the offing now."

"Nay lad!-full oft before, to me
Hath come the self-same tale;
A thousand times I've scanned the sea,.
And never seen his sail."

But hark, sweet mother In the street
The folk make wild uproar:
tIaste let us be the first to greet
His step upon the shore."

"Ah, boy! how dare my heart believe ?
How dare I crave, good lack-!
While foes so plot, and friends deceive,
To have thy father back?

"They watch to seize and search his ship,
And O mine eyes grow dim,
And terror palsies heart and lip;
They lay their snares for him.

"My noble lord who weighed no pain,
Nor toil, nor cost, I ween,-
Nor ruth of savage lands, to gain
SNew kingdoms for his queen.

"Bermoothes' rocks'that gulfed his masts,
And tempest-wrack and foam,
Are kinder than the King who blasts
The joy of coming home "
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^ With drooping sail and shattered mast,
-....." Sir Walter's galleons lay
S-.\..'i r"'' .' Beyond the bar, but soon they cast
;'' Anchor in Plymouth Bay.

.I | -I He leaped to shore with bated breath,
k w-, -Vm'^, For there, right full in view,
Stood his fair wife, Elizabeth,
.. i '" And his fair son, Carew.

S,__- "MyBess"-he cried-" MyBess- myboy!"
I 2'*:"f As through the throng he pressed,
'1 And caught her, in his weary joy,
SI "'" Dead-swooning, to his breast.
SAnd while he soothed her pale alarms,
i; -'! With words all passion-sweet,
He heard a troop of men-at-arms
: Come clattering down the street.

S-He turned to see, as on they rode,
All dight in gallant gear;

With voice of sudden cheer:

Ha, good my cousin Scarce I thought
Such welcomings to win,
As thy fair courtesy hath brought
To greet thy kith and kin!

Gra'mercy! I am fain to vow
'^ -' i. I nevermore will roam,
Since with such knightly guise as now,
Ye hail the wanderer home "

f,..'--^;' ..... Sir Lewis* quickly drew his blade,
As from his steed he sprang,
And on his kinsman's shoulder laid
SIts weight, with sudden clang.
H e gave no greet; but on the ear
@ I His words did sharply ring-
a kWe47 "Sir Walter, I arrest thee here,
____By, mandate qf the King "
Sir Lewis Stukely, who arrested Sir Walter on his return from
his last voyage, was his cousin.

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Fast clenched his fist- thy son
Will blush with shame, some day, to name
The deed which thou hast done !"

III.

'Twas midnight; but in Plymouth yet
Went on the wassail-bout:
The early moon was just a-set,
And all the stars were out,

When at Sir Walter's prison bars
A muffled tap was heard;
And as his ear was bent to hear,
He caught the whispered word:-

"Haste, father, haste the way is clear;
I've bribed the seneschal;
The warder o'er the henchmen's beer,
Keeps riot in the hall.

"I hold the key that opes the gates,
And at the water-stair
In the moored barge my mother waits-
She waits to meet thee there.

"Quick, father catch thy doublet up,
Without a moment's stay:
Before they drain their latest cup,
We must be far away.

"Outside the bar a galley lies,
And ere the sun doth glance
Its earliest beam across the skies
We shall be safe in France."

Ah boy my boy my brave Carew !
Why tempt thy father so?
I -loyal, conscience-clear, and true -
What need have I to go ?

S "My traitrous foes, once trusted friends,
Would be the first to say
I flout the laws, and flee, because
7 -I am as false as they."

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"Yet father, come Foul threats they bring,
Dark counsels they have planned;
And justice thou shalt never wiring
From cold King James's hand !

"My mother at the water's brink,
Waits, all her fears awake;
And if escape should fail-I think-
I think her heart will break !"

Too much! His bravery shrank to meet
The weight of such a blow;
And springing instant to his feet,
He answered "will go /!"

S' : They thrid the narrow, stony hall;
They found the door unbarred;
And in the shadow of the wall,
They crossed the prison yard.

With stealthy steps they reached the shore,
And on its rapid way,
The boat, with softly dipping oar,
Dropped down the silent bay.

IV.

Across the star-lit stream they steal,
Without one uttered word,
The waters gurgling at the keel
Was all the sound they heard.

The good French barque, that soon would bear
Them hence, lay full in view;
"An oar's-length more, and we are there!"
Whispered the boy Carew.

They rocked within its shadow. Then,
Sir Walter, underbreath,
). First spoke, and kissed, and kissed again
Lady Elizabeth.

Nay Bess it must not, shall not be,
Whatever others can,
() That I should like a dastard flee
S For fear of mortal man !


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All Orinoco's mines of gold,
All virgin realms I claim.
Are less to me a thousand-fold,
Than my untarnished name.

"Put back the boat Nay, Sweet, no moan !
Thy love is so divine,
That thou wouldst rather die than own
A craven heart were mine !

"My purse, good oarsman! Pull thy best,
And we may make the shore
Before the latest trencher-guest
Hath left the warder's door.

"Hist! not one other pleading word:
Life were not worth a groat,
If breath of shame could blur my name;
Put back! put back the boat!

"Ah Bess-- (she is too stunned to speak! )
But thou, my boy, Carew,
Shalt pledge thy vow, even here, and now,
That faithful, tried, and true -

"Thou'lt choose, whatever stress may rise,
Whilst thou hast life and breath,
Before temptation sacrifce /
Before dishonor death "

V.


The boatman turned, he dared not bide,
Nor say Sir Walter nay;
And with his oars against the tide
He labored up the bay.

And when beside the water-stair,
With grief no words can tell,
They braced themselves at length to bear
The wrench of the farewell-

The boy, with proud, yet tear-dimmed eyes,
Kept murmuring, under breath:
-"Before temptation -sacrifice /
Before dishonor- death / "


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Slep' i'n p e n" Ir y e r Here'sn the fire H eren's them! blazing,





Those metal throats give out their warning Reeling, roaring! Here the terror!-
Of horror come, and yet to be. Here the pallid faces gazing
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Cout th nm br te n u e F rom the wretched, rotten windows,
N" '.t t o L tO C.ts. tht tr, .- i.ri- e.. -i,, l rm the utl.u, g-' feet. '





i FThroughm no home storm the deep pulse beats. FrHold them safe, and closen door and sweet.
Lund, flares the distant lght.




Those me potalor tenehroats give out their warningHu Reeling, roar-ping! Hered and the terror-!
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SaL, thi,:e : It htli:-',c th'l l dcin. '!
Thlat '.eile better for the t.:.Ari '

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T o,.,, th,, re. N one is left lie l th ,e t t.i...it he '. iU n .e.
Let the hiis, ,,co' N.. .-.ni'w in No.m I' e i,:iint.e l i l.ic'i' I S cictinted;
Fr.m the ro. d : sends the cry. -iOne 5 mi: in. dc-r *.u --cc.
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" A curse on them that rent such houses Here is Nate, and Tim, and Susy,
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No one in it Some one in it? That makes five, and six s grandma,
Whose the voice that told us so ?" But there's seven ought to be.
SSome one's in it! Buby's in it! "Seven's Bubby Bubby's in it!
Quick! It's growing red, and hot. Mother's scared. She darsen't. So
Bubby is my little brother- I., must save my little brother
Someway's 'nuther we forgot. If there ain't a man to go."


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She was a little girl, .
Thirteen years, or under, -, .
Shivering in the blast, "L,'
With a thin shawl cast j S
Over her ragged dress.
She had the old, old face, "''
The unchildlike, motherly face '
That poverty gives to the poor I
Before their time;
She was wan, and starved, and small, Heirt-l.:ears. the t.:,r, tell
And looked not more, but less He ir-ied, aid -deatri. nd .ild.
Than the soul of a girl. Hi.er. anl higher, ai:l lher,
But she leaps to the smoking door. In-, tih pitrill sk,
Billows of red flame roll, Rise lhe r,-r-at iames anl tle Cl J,
Rending the roof asunder. '"G d G.... A ma:l "
Crashing, the timbers fall. F.:.r. :LIr -f t i r -I.:-in.
Bravest of men they were! Di:. i o'er tie bI iiri, stair
But not a man of them all would stir. O't *: tie miuni3ii -ft -I!, II
A child, with a child in her arms,
S -:'. Low on the stifling floor, "Wi-ithin! tle
Crawls now, and creeps now, and crawls, s'nmoe pours
4'' Back through the blazing door,
.B. e Bck to the living air;
SSaved from the jaws of death,
S "'" t~c .:I tile .: i cf blif t li --
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"It is death!" runs the cry,
Stay the child" "
Thunders the gale, and high.t '
Fling the arms of the fire,
Blood-red, and death-red, and wild, .
While higher and higher, ; ..
Writhing, the smoke pours far -' ,,,'l',
Into the glaring sky. / :1,11

Gone. She has gone to her doom, :, .
Into the charring door,
Over the stifling stair. ',
See In an upper room, / i.
Into the fiery air, '
Like a spirit, from heaven to hell,
Passes the form of her.
Bravest of men tlic;r ..ei. -
-- -
But not a ni,:, tliem all -
:..-: Dared stn. ....

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" Mother, mother, mother, mother Nay, for her life, Heaven crown her !
Take the baby Take him fast Bring we a leaf to pass
I wrapped my woollen shawl about him, Over, and weave in the chaplet
Live, I've brought him through, at last. Worn by this little lass.

" Mother, mother, mother, MOTHER High on our low life's records,
He is safe Oh! don't mind me. Her highest of deeds enroll!
Here's our Bubby! Which is mother? I'd give the eyes of my body
For I cannot -cannot see /" For the eyes of such a soul!

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Be the world never so kind, .
Oh for her life Heaven help her !
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MILES AND MILES FROM HER HOME ASTRAY.











,^RA 'HL ELAof HER-lLOCE ITEE0

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(, / VER the brook, at the forest's edge,
Hemlock-branches are bending low;
Gracefully brushing the leaning ledge,
Repeating the whispers of brake and sedge '
That dip to the dimpling water's flow.

Dark and solemn against the sky,
Over the crest of the waterfall,
Sweep the boughs of the hemlock high,
Moaning back to the cataract's sigh, .... \
Wailing again to the sad wind's call.
Sing us a song of the helock-bough, Mother," she says, the floor is clean,
Sing us a song of the hemlock-bough But I've swept and scrubbed till my hands
That in the woods like a poet sings,
are sore,
Under the mountain's beetling brow; With this worn-out hemlock-broom; I mean
Yet offers a homely. service now
Yet offers a homely service now To get me a new one, fresh and green;
To country dwellers, and common things T g m a n o f a green
To country dwellers, and common things The sun is high, and the clock strikes four,

The brisk little farm-girl, Essie Bree, "Long before sunset I shall be hack,
Finishing up her Saturday's work, s
Finishing up her Saturday's work, To help you set the table for tea: "
Ruddy and sun-browned, naught fears she And she sped from sight down the wagon-track,
Of the witching sough of the hemlock-tree, The blithe little farm-girl, Essie Bree.
Or shadowy shapes that.around it lurk !
Was it the sheen of the cornel white
Starring the moss out of which it grew ?
Or was'it a sparrow's musical flight,
SOr a gleam of the ground-berry, scarlet-bright,
i, That charmed her out of the path she knew?






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Yet Essie felt as at home in the wood
S .o As she did in her own dear fireside nook;
The beech and the oak, they were comrades good;
And they welcomed her with their friendliest
.r. ., mood,
As under their boughs her way she took.

'' '- ,' ;at awhile in the hemlock-shade, -i
Si nding her twigs in the westering glow, ;
I le fingers of shadow around her played, I- i
S- .'. .\i:l distantly wandered down the glade
-' "", "liThe sound of the cattle's homeward low. -



The low of the cows It was milking-time I -' -.
The sunset-fire on the brown turf burned ;
The wind blew cool through the brooklet's chime; .'
As Essie, humming a Sabbath rhyme, The green bough drops out of Essie's hand .
Back through the glimmering wood-path turned. She looks around with a shiver of feat ; .'
What are these summits, so gray and grand '
The hermit-thrush, as she passed along, But a gentle breeze has her forehead fanned, '.
Thrilled her heart with his holy strain And the stars assure her that heaven is near.
SThe darkening depth of the trees among:
She does not know that her feet go wrong, On she strives, till the last faint ray
But she looks for the cottage-roof in vain. Has faded off from the hillside steep;
Miles and miles from her home astray,
..- All too weary to weep or pray,
She sinks on the moss, and has fallen asleep.

Twilight deepens; she hastens on; Quiet and deep is her slumber there;
But now the track she has wholly lost: No living creature around her stirs;
The silent bird to his nest has gone; She is folded safe in her Father's care;
Strange dark cliffs have around her drawn; The watching Love that is everywhere,
Strange wild creatures her path have crossed. Covers her, under His pines and firs.









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I The Sabbath morning is bright and still; There's a lonely cottage at Shelburne side,
The farm-folk come at the sound of the bell Close to the Androscoggin's flow;
To the little church on the breezy hill; Her mother watches the restless tide;
And eyes with pitiful tear-drops fill, Has it swept her away to the meadows wide,
As one to another the tale they tell. Her darling Essie, who wandered so ?

They hear the minister sadly say, Down, far down past the Gilead hills,
"A little girl is lost in the woods ; Where Bethel intervales open green,
Here not a man must linger or stay; When the Sabbath sunset the valley fills,
No time for singing or sermon to-day: Lighting with splendors the pools and rills,
Go seek the stray lamb, over rocks and floods! A wistful little straggler is seen

They have scattered abroad, both young and old, Leaning against a farmyard wall.
To the boggy lake and the cedar-glen; Torn into shreds is her gown of blue;
To the top of the mountain, bare and cold; Her tangled locks round her forehead fall;
The forest is full as it can hold The farmer turns at her timid call,
With the long halloos of hurrying men. And beckons his wife the low doorway through.

S \ --,. I have lost my way. Will you take me in ? "
And the long-checked tears overflow her face:
I "All day and all night in the woods I have
"', -been."
SThe words, sob-broken, her welcome win
i *".'-, Ii !... -To food and rest, and a sheltering place.

S She is clothed afresh, and a messenger swift
Bears the news to the far-away farm
Where the mother her eyes can scarcely lift
'To receive her daughter again as a gift
S''From the Hand that has kept her safe from
-- -harm.
The hunter only has seen the place [ground;
Where she dropped her hemlock-boughs on the
Beyond there is neither a track nor trace; '
SThey return at dusk from their bootless chase;
The lost little maiden they have not found. .. -

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" But how did you cross the streams, my child ? It was sixty years ago, and more;
And how did you climb the mnountain-sides ? But never will Essie that night forget
Her mother asked, as she wept and smiled; When she lay down, weary and travel-sore,
"For the way you went is hilly and wild, And fell asleep on the forest-floor,
There many a savage creature abides. Where the bear and the lucivee wander yet.

i "Essie has grown with the aged trees,
I Swayed and bent by the storms of time.
I % V Children's children around her she sees
S.'And she tells the little ones at her knees
The story I tell in this careless rhyme.
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'' *'.il She wins their hearts to the Holy Book
S"I'That comforted her in that night of fear;
i ,' .And she bids them never forget to look
SFor the Heavenly Shepherd's staff and crook,
Si Who is always seeking his stray lambs dear.

'"' ." Still by a pathway I do not know,
,. Like a little lost child He is leading me
Si Safely home through the sunset-glow; "
White-haired Essie is whispering low,
"I climbed no mountain, I crossed n As she binds the boughs of the hemlock-tree.
stream;
I only hastened and stumbled on; -',. ...--..------. -.-.. 7 -------..
And ever a level stretch would seem
To open before, and a beckoning gleam
Shone through the cliffs like a streak of dawn.

I remembered that this was the Sabbath day, i .
And that all the people were thinking of me,
And that everybody to God would pray
That He would show me the homeward way;
For He guides the wanderers who cannot see. '

"Over and over I said the text,
He leads them in paths that they have not
known,' ,. ,. ,-
And when I was ready to sink perplexed, "f .' i
There was a clearing a farmhouse next; : ;
And I'm safe at home, O mother my own ''

Wave on by the waterfall, Hemlock-Bough! 1 1'"
Sweep the cliff and the splintered rock!
Essie, asleep in the cottage now,
Hears no longer your eerie sough
The song of the wind and the waters mock.

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OLAF, THlE SEA-KING.




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