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You Kissed M
Tho following exquisite poora was -vfrltton !n 1S07, when tho
author was a young !ady under 20. It waa mklrcssod to a certain
young Routleniun, tho hero ol tho occasion portrayed. James
Kodpatli thought so well of tho poem that ho onco published
qulto an edition on whlto satin ribbon. Whlttlor, tho poet,
wrote of it ami Its young author, that Blia had truly riwstorod
tho su6rot of English verse
You kissed mo! my head
Dropped low on your breast.
"With a fooling of aholtcr
And infinite rest,
WhJ o tho noly emotions
iMy longuo darod not speak
Flushed up In a flame
From my heart to ray chcok.
Your arms held me fast
Oh, your anna woro so bold !
s. Heart boat against heart
In their passionate fold.
our glances seamed drawing
My soul through my dyes,
A the sun draws tho mjst
(" From the sea to tho skies,
Your lips clung to mine
Till I prayed In bliss
They might never unclasp
From the rapturous kiss.
You kfssnd mo 1 raj' heart
Antl my breath and my will,
For a moment stood still.
LI (o had tor mo then
No temptations, no charms,
No vlatoua of happlaess
Outsido of your anna.
And were I this instant
An angel possossod
Of the peace and jdv
That art given the blest,
I would Ming my whlto rotoea
Unreplnlijgly down ;
I would tear from my forehead
Its boauttlul crown, "
TdHestle onco moro
In that haven of rest,
Your lips upon mino,
, 1 My head on your breast.
You kissed me I my soul,
In a bliss so divine, ,
Keeled and swooned like a drunken mac-
Foolish with wine, v-
And 1 thought 'twere delicious
To Ulo there, if death
Would but como while my lips
Were yet moist with vour breath ;
If my heart might grow cold
"Whllo your arms clasped mo round
In their passionate lold.
' And these wore tho question?
" - l ask day and night:
Must lips tnfjto no more
Such exquisite delight?
Would you care ii vour breast
Wore my shelter as then.
And, if you weru here,
"Would you kiss mo again?
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Written for The National Tribune.
The Sugar Baffle.
A TALE OF KEW ENGLAND.
catch It for trying to gougo tho H people in thin way,
at tho very time tbey must have sugar for thoir crullers
and mince pies? It was an infamous outrage.
But sugar must he had, antl soon tho housekeepers of
H resolved on going for some, if not all, of Matt'8
sugar if they had to pay him fivo cents a pound for it
ono hundred per cent, pront. There was a vast duteronco
botwoen giving fivo and sixteen cents. So, b'oforo 1 o'olock
Thornton had numerous visitors wanting five, ten, fifteen,
twenty pouuds of sugar, to all whom ho said that, after
thinking tho matter over, ho had concluded to rafflle it all
off that evoning, at tett cents a chance.
This idea took like wildfire in H . Raffles were
almost unknown there, and then how splendid it would
ho to win two hundred pounds of white sugar for only ten
conts. Yankee cupidity was excited most deeply. Well,
juBt as it was beginning to grow dusk tho people wore
seen marching m tho direction of Matt's house, a beau
itful cottage standing on the hillside, twenty yards from
the road, and surrounded by stately pines. Old and
young, males and females, were met there by Matt and
his old maid sister with cordiality, and oonducted into tho
great, old fashioned parlor, where a toaring birch fire was
blazing. After refreshments had beon served, Matt an
nounced that tho sugar raffle would now take" place. Many
wauted to see the sugar, but Thornton positively refused
to show it.
"You must tako my word for it, that tho article is of
the finest quality,' said ho ; " III guarantee it."
Very soon the raffle was roady. Pennies, to be shook
in Squire Reed's old bell-crown hat. were used to deter
mine the result. Matt agreed to the plan of disposing of
the sugar for ton dollars one hundred chances at ten cents
a chance. In less than than half an hour all were taken,
and tho "throwing" began. Thornton had put down for
five chances, and ho threw seventy-four heads out of a
possible one hundred, and this being six more than any of
his visitors had secured, tho host won tho prize. There
was much chagrin felt at the result, and tho people espe
cially demanded to see tho sugar. It must bo produced.
There was stamping and shouting to see the sugar, So
Thornton soon stopped out of the parlor, aud quickly
returning boio on his arm a very portly and splendidly
dressed lady. You may well believe that then eyes and
mouths were opened to their widest extent, aud that
tongues refused to speak. Tho people seemed dumb
founded. I think Miss Prudence Perry hold her breath
for nearly three minutes. But Matt broke the silence :
"Ladies and gentlemen," said he, "permit me to ex
hibit to you two hundred pounds of Boston white sugar
rather short measure, to be sure. This is my wife a real
sugar plum and sho c6st mo in Boston just fivo dollars,
the minister's fee. I have now fairly won the article
twice, and propose to retain it undivided; but all who hold
tickets hero may secure two pounds of white sugar from
Mr. Purdy thorofor ; I have made all the arrangements
Now for a season of hilarity. Cross old Dan Mullen
actually danced a jig with Miss Prudence, but I must say
this unseemly behavior grow out of the flip they both had.
Mrs. Thornton was soon introduced to all her new
neighbors, and it was unanimously-agreed that Matt had
secured a wondrous big bargain in' Boston white sugar.
" Ikeii Miss Aifz : I havo to giv you ray thanks. I
send you a presant. You hav bin gud to mo. I want to
bo gud to you. I maid ten sents sellen papers, an I tuk
sum of hit an got this cup for you. God bless you, Miss
Aliz. Yuro frond, Tim Mason."
Miss Alico received many boautiful presents that Christ
mas, but sho cherished none so much as that little red tin
cup given by that poor little boy out of tho fow pennV ?
which made up his whole fortune, Ho was determined to
show his gratitude. This noble act of tho little boy, to
gether with tho kind, affectionate Jotter ho wrote, made
a great impression on tho father of Alico, who wa3 a com
mission merchant in New York, and ere long ho took tho
lad into his store as an errand boy at $5 per week. At
night Tim attended evening school, aud, as he was very
ambitious to learn, he improvod rapidly. A fow years ,.'.
ago tho colonel moved to tho Sandwich Islands, where ;ho '
cultivates a regular plantation. Tim is now a bookkeeper
in Now York at a salary of $ 1,000 per year. From this
brief story, children, you will sco how much Tim's suc
cess in life grew out of his gratitude exhibited in making
tho present or the Lulls red tin cup. U.K.
-The people of tho rural districts of Now England ever
regard a visit, to Boston as a matter of much interest. By
many it is considered as tho largest city'in America, and
by mobt us tho ono of leading commercial importance.
Such being tho case, all persons who make a journey to
he,4'Ilnb," on their return are subjected to tho ordeal of
thousand questions, as to what they saw and did in the
Now, it f o happened that Matt Thornton, an eccentric
and well-to-do old bachelor, a week or so previous to
Christinas, 1878, started for Boston, returning thorofrora.
early on the morning of the 23d, when the station-agent and
all other dcuiseus of II were wrapped in profound
slumber. About 10 o'clock a. in., of said day, ho walked
over to the post-office to secure his accumulated mail, and
as soon as ho entered tho building he met a shower of
questions, from a dozen or moro of the villagers, as to
what ho had done in Boston.
'"Wall," said Matt, "I have seen tho Monument, and
the Hall, aud the shipping, aud tho fine shops and mighty
"buildings, and lots of other things, and did considerable
visiting among some relatives I had not mot for years."
! "An' wot did you bring back, Mister Thornton?" put
in Miss Prudence Perry, a spinster of fifty-five.
"All I brought baclc, Aunt Prudouce, was about two
hundred pounds of whito sugar."
"Two handrcd pounds ot white sugar I" muttered
surly old Dan Mullen,
4J Two hundred pounds of whito sugar ! " sharply echoed
Miss Perry, " Yhy, Mister Thornton, wot on arth be
you a wautin' two hundred pounds o whito sugar for, all
to wunst, wen you kin git it jist as you want it, outen tho
"Why, tho fact is," answered Matt, "it was tho very
best bargain in white sugar I evor met, and I couldn't
resist taking it ; no man on earth would blamo me, if ho
saw tho artiolo. Now, Aunt Prudence, can you guess
wnac tnat wnuo sugar cost me 7 '
Tho old lady allowed" it might havo been fifteen
cents. Matt shook his head, Old Dan guessed fourteen,
and still Matt made tho negative motion. The pair kopt
on surmising tho cost, till finally fivo cents was guessed.
" Just half that sum per pound," said Matt emphati
cally. " What, two conts and a-half a pound for good, whito
sugar in Boston?" quickly growled old Dan Mullen,
"-Matt Thornton, I think you've larned to lio rapidly
when you wore in Boston."
Matt curbed his temper, for Daddy Mullon was past
.eighty and inclined to his dotage.
"Two conts and a-half a pound for good, white sugar
jn Boston' shrieked Miss Pony. "Wy, Mister Thorn
ton, 1) you in arnost? "
" Qortaialy, I am, Aunt Prudonco. I got tho two hun
dred pounds for fivo dollars."
V'Tbo old lady threw up her hands in wild astonishment,
as almost breathless sho "exoluiraed, "Wal, wal, Bakes
alive, of that burnt a bargain. Thar's been no sioh trade
akthiit got in Boston by our people, long's I'vo known
f) t)iifcrttB fJagt
There woro four little boys
Who started to go,
From tho very sruuo spot,
To make tracks In tlio snow.
He that wado his path'straightest
They had In their plan,
Of all of tho four
Should be their bast man.
Xow, theso four little TJoys
Wore. Philip, and John,
And merry-faced Harry,
And sober-eyed Don;
The best friends in tho world,
And full of invention.
In play, but thoy seldom
ero found in contention.
"Well, thoy started together
And hurried alomr.
.But John, Don, and Harry
In some way went wrong;;
Tho fiurth made his path
Nearly straight, and they wondered,
"When all tried alike, ' " '
Why they three had blundered.
Then Philip replied,
" The reason you sco,
Tho gh no harder I tried
To succeed than you three,
I pushed for that oak,
Golnjr forward quit ready,
While you struggled on
"Without aim, aud unsteady."
Now, you see, my clear hoys,
What guoh lessous teach.
If there i a point
That you wish to roach
A position in llfo
At all worth naming,
Ifyou gain it, 'twill greatly
Dopend on your alining-
Wr Uten fo r The Ifational Tribun 0 .
Little Tim's Christmas Present
tFurther queries were asked and answered in regard to
tho sugar, boloro Matt left tho post-office, aud when ho
departed for homo tho chat Continued about Thornton's
wonderful purchase. Within an hour all II know that
Matt Thornton had brought with him from Boston two
hundred pounds of whito sugar, for which ho paid but two
cents and a-halt per pound. Tlio oxoitomont was intense,
ospocMly at tho only village store, kopt by a JUr. ruruy.
By 11 o'clock that store wa full of people, all wanting
white sugar, but there were wo purchasers : for Purdy
asked sixteen cents a pound, aud had not Thornton
bmijht in Boston for two cents aud a-half? Didn't Purdy
Ton could scarcely iruess, children, what it was Tim
gavo as a Christmas presont, so I must tell you it was
only a little red tin cup, costing five cents, having on it
tho words, "To Alico.'' Miss Alico was a lovely young
lady of seventeen, who attended the High School in tho
city of Now York. Hor father is a brave, true, honor
ablo gentlemen 5 ho was a colouel during the war of tho
rebellion and fought in twonty-oight battles. Well, poor
little Tim lived in an alloy back of tho colonol's house,
and vory oftou he mado his appearauco in front thereof
just as Alico was starting out for school. Ho was just
about eight years old, and having a winsome faco aud
gontlo ways, one day Alico felt attracted to speak to him,
"Little boy," said she, "where do you livu?" no an
swored politely. Then sho told him to como in and seo
hor that evening, which ho promised to do. Promptly ho
came, and thou tho mother of Alice gavo him a uioo suit
of clothes, whioh a dear littlo follow who had gone to tho
bettor world had but slightly worn. In a day or two Tim,
who before had but ono ragged suit, apponml in a now
one, and was then in a condition to attend school, Christ
mas rolled around, and on tho ovo preceding it littlo Tim.
made his appearauco at tho colonel's door and handed to
tho servant-maid a bundle in whioh was this tin cnp.
There was a letter, too, with it, whioh you must seo, do
spit it bad Bulling. Tim had just begun to write.
The Strange Kitten.
One pleasant summer day, when I was a liUle girl; I ..
went to spend the afternoon with another little girl named
CharlottoBcrry. I wore new shoes and a now delaine
dress, and my hair was braided in two braids behind and
tied up with brown satin ribbons.
Charlotte lived around on another street, and her house
had a very largo yard, with plenty of green grass to play
on, and trees to rest under. There was a wall on two
sides of the yard, aud when we climbed up to look over,
wo could see the blue waters of the cove and the fishing
boats. There were blue bells and lilhes of tho valley
growing in tb9 grass, and a swing-under ono of tho trees,
and many other reasons why I liked to go to play with
She was a good-natured girl, with rosy cheeks, blue
yes and red hair. Hor sister, Annie, who was younger,
had dark eyes and dark hair, and her brother Joshua had
red hair and a very freckeled face. Then there was their
Aunt Barbara, who was very, very fat and kind-hearted,
and who wore a cap.
That afternoon, after Charlotte and I had played a lit
tle while with tho dishes and dolls, wo ran out into the
yard, and presently roamed around by tho back door,
where we suddenly spied a littlo kitten gnawing at a fish
bone which some ono had thrown out on the ground.
"Oh, what a little darling!" I exclaimed, and then wo
both began calling vory softly, "Kitty," hoping wo, could
"Just at that time Joshua Berry came around tho cor
ner of tho house. Ho was a teasing kind of a boy, and
when ho saw us trying to catch tho kitten ho ran up, ex
"What a mean old kitten ! I'll throw a stone at it."
"0 Josh, don't, don't ! " we begged ; but he did, -Hi
threw a stone at the poor kitten, who sprang desperately
over the wall and disappeared.
"You're a badboy 1 " I said, crying. "We wwitefthat
"'Let's go tell Aunt Barbara t " said Charlotte, and w
ran into the house, and found thoagood, kind aunt sitting
in her rocking-chair mending. "Wo told her all our woes,
and she said :
"Joshua is a uaughty boy to teaso littlo girls so. FI1
send him off on an errand that willkeop him out of your
So she called him, and gave him an errand which would
tako him half a mile away, and keep him waiting there,
too. Ho didn t want to go, but ho had to, so ne walked
slowly off, looking back over his shoulder as ho went.
Then Charlotte and I ran again to tho back door and
called, "Kitty, kitty 1" very gently for along time.
At last tho littlo thing came timidly on tho wall, and
approaching it gradually and softly, wo first stroked
its back, and then took it down into our arms. Oh, how
thin and light it was, and it purred in a pitiful, eager
We carried it into tho house and showed it,
"Oh dear me, Charlotte," said Mrs. Berry. "Wo ami
havo that forlorn kitton around hero I You had better
put it right over tho wall, and let it go home."
"Oh, let me havo it I " I exclaimed. "I want it for my
""Jill your mother let you keep it?" asked Mrs.
"Oh yes, I know sho will' I said.
"Well, then," said Aunt Barbara, trPll shut the poor
little thing up in my room, so it can't run away, and
wheu you go home you can take it along."
So sho carried it up to her room, ana unariou ana 1
ran out to play again. It did not seem long hefore wo
wore called in to supper. I remember just what wo had
hotbisouit and honoy, and littlo sweet cakes full of
After supper 1 said I must go home, so Aunt Barbara
brought down tlio little kitton, whioh sho had found
asleep on her hed ; and while I put on my things, sho
gavo it a saucer of milk. Then I took it in my apron,
and ran home to show it to my mother.
"Why, Mary ! " said mother, when I held it up before
her. "Wo don't waut a kitton like that. We have a
good cat already, you know."
"Oh, mother, it is so nice, do let mo keep it," I begged.
And she did let mo.
At first wo named it "Stranger," becauso it was a littlo
stranger, but as it grew fat ana pretty ana piayiui, x
changed its narao to "Beautv." Then for a while called
it "tiger-Lily' but that was when it had grown up to bo
quite a oat. It was while its name was "Beauty" that
I quo day cut oft a lock of its black and white hair, and
did it up in a piece of tissue-paper, to remember my pet
by. I laid it in a drawer of a small bureau, aud there it
is now to this day, waiting for my httlo girl to be big
enough to havo for her own, bureau, cat's hairand all. f
Whenever I tell hor this story sho always jumps up at
tliis point, and exclaims, "Mo art hig enough now,
"now carao you to be lost? "asked a sympathetic gen-
A small bty, boasting of his father's accomplishments
paid : " Mv father can do almost uny thing ? he's a nptary
publio aud ho's an apothecary, aud can mond tooth; and
he's a doctor aud can mend wagons and things, and can
play the fiddle ; aud he's a jackass at all tradea.'
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