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The day is come for the ship to sail, and for
John to go to sea,
And his aged mother is fretting with the
bairnie on her knee;
The morning meal is scarcely touched, and
the wife is still for sorrow.
For her good man will soon be gone, and she
will be lone to-morrow;
Black clouds are'lowering in the sky, but
between them streams the sun,
With the light of hope in the dark time that
for her is just begun.
Oh, may his heart keep as true as hers, and
1 ship in safety run!
And now they are waiting on the beach, and
John with uneasy breath,
Is fearing to say the sad farewell-farewell,
tde shadow of death;
They have little to say, and little know of
writing in the books,
But though they have lack of words they
can talk to each other with looks;
They can feel the heart in the hand, and
read that is written in eyes;
They can tell of their joys and their sorrows
in kisses and in sighs,
And so can they speak to each other withou
the words of the wise.
There is the good ship, the Mary Ann, at her
moorings in the bay;
And a boat is grating on the sand, and ready
to sail away
To the waiting ship with John and his mates.
Ah, there's the signal gun!
And the husband turns to kiss his wife, and
they to each other run;
It is over at last, and her good man is with
the other tars;
She will, weeping, watch the good ship go
till the dark clouds hide the spars;
And then for long lonely nights by the seas
below the silent stars.
THE BOUND GIRL.
Locust Heights was one of the
loveliest homesteads in the county
of - . Its owner was wealthy,
influential, and considered a 'an
of honor and a gentle, generous,
charitable gentleman. le was
about thirty years of age and un
married, a fact well known to all
the anxious mothers wvith a sur
plus of marriageable daughters con
band. But Gilbert Pierson gave
mothers and daughters a wide
berth, for he had no desire to mar
ry. When he found his ideal, Lo
cust Heights w ould have a mis
tress, not before, he said, never
thinking that the woman that
would open the gates of' Paradise
for him was even then in the sound
of his voice.
'No, Jack,' Gilbert Pierson was
saying in a dreamy sort of waj,
'1 have never yet seen the woma n
I could make my wife.'
Jack Delarey laughed merrily
as he mounted his horse to ride
away. He had been making a
morning call at the Heights, and
as usual, brought up. the question
of his friend's marriage, for Jack
was a happy benedict, and anxi
Ouls to see his friend settled.
'Well I hope you'll meet your
fate some day, and when you do
meet her let nothing stand in you.r
'No fear for that, Jack,' replied
Pierson, w bo knew whbat his friend
hinted at ; triches or poverty-it
will be all the same to me.'
Jack rode off, and Gilbert turn
ed to retrace his steps to the
house. A handsome drive, cool
and shaded, led up to the mansion,
whose vine-wreathed porticos and
long windows, around which roses
were trained with artistic taste,
were flooded with the bright
August sunshine, and broad patch
es of gold lay on the velvety lawn,
where a few tame deer were lying.
In one of those same golden
patches, and not ten rods from
where Pierson was lounging, stood
a woman, her dark, beautiful Gyp
sytface upturned to the summer
sky, and a mass of' black satin-like
hair falling about her shoulders.
Her dress was some bright cheap
material, but fitted her to perfec
tion, and the band that clasped
the rim of a jaunty straw hat w as
as bro wn as a berry. She seemed
to be lost in deep thought, for the
very eyes sejmed to be drinking
in the beauty of' t,he scene around
b er. Gilbert Pierson was struck
with amazement. He had never
met her in the neighborhood, and
walked up to her with a puzzled
expression on his countenance.
'Can 1 do anything for you,
Miss-?' he said, as she turned to
him with a startled look on her
bright face. The voice that an
swered him was as sweet and clear
as silver bells.
'I have lost my way, sir. Wish
to get home-to Mrs. Patterson's,
if you please.'
'To Mrs. Patterson's ?' echoed
'Mr. Pierson, as the blushing face
crimsoned still deeper beneath his
ardent gaze. 'Why, you are a good
two miles from there.'
'Oh, dear,' exclaimed the girl
with a weary sigh, 'then I won't
have the berries home in time for
dinner.' She glanced down at the
tin pail standing at her feet, and
Pierson saw it was not half full of
'Berry-seeking, eh, smiled Pier
son, '1 never knew Mrs.LPatterson
owned such a charming daughter.'
'Daughter!' she echoed with a
merry laugh; 'I am the bound
girl-free in one month. Mrs.
Patterson's dainty daughters do
not wade through wet grass and
brambles after berries. But please
tell me the shortest route home ;
Mrs. Patterson will be angry at
Mr. Pierson stepped aside and
spoke to a servant who was pas
'Come, now,' he said laugbingly,
'as you are a neighbor, I must use
I you neighborly. While Seth is
filling your pail with fruit from
my garden, I will order a lunch
and see that you get home in time
'Oh, Mr. Pierson, you are too
kind ; no one is ever kind to Ma
rah Grey,' she says, with a bright
smile; although her dark eyes are
full of tears. And they walk side by
side up the cool avenue, the young
bound girl talking with the grace
and ease of a thorough woman ot
the world and Mr. Pierson stam
mering bewildered answers in a
manner totally unlike his usual
genial frankness. But his momen
tary diffidence soon vanished as
they became better acquainted
over the delicate lunch the ser
vants provided. He found, by a
few cautious questions, that Ma
rah Gray was an orphan and very
unhappy in the house of Mrs. Pat
terson, who had two daughters of
her own-vain, homely girls
who envied the poor bound girl
her beauty and kept her in the
background. Ho found her intelli
gent, and was astonished at the
shrewdness of her remarks, while
his heart ached at her pathetic
stories of her child-life.
'What a beautiful home,' she
said as they stood together on the
portico. 'I think you must be
She lifted her shy, dark eyes to
the grave, gentle face of the man
before her. The tender light of
some newly awakened feeling was
in Lheir depths, and Gilbert Pier
son's heart galve a great throb as
he thought of the possibility of
having the girl's face always at
'1 am not so very happy. Rich
es do not always bring happiness
you know,' he said with a smile.
'And I know,' she replied, 'some
people have everything their heart
desires, but contentment. I hope
shall never be among the num
'Yet you are not content,' he
'Not very ; but still I am thank
Iful for the few blessings showered
upon me, one of which is your
kindness this morning,' she laughs
as sbe trips down the steps and
takes her seat in the wagonette
Seth had driven round.
'What splendid berries!' she ex
claims, as Mr. Pierson takes his
seat by her side. She felt confused
and shy, for she expected Seth to
drive her home, and tried to hide
her confusion in examining the
berries. 'Mrs. Patterson will be
'1 hope so, for I intend to ask a
f~vor of her.'
Marah Grey's cheeks were like
roses, and her eyes glowed like
stars as they drove home under
the tall maples, for some strange,
deep happiness had crept into her
lonely heart. Her life had been
so joyless that Mr. Pierson's gent
ly proffered kindness seemed but
a glimpse into another world.
Summers might bloom and fade,
winter.s ome and gon with chilling
iblasts and cheerless rain, but the
glory of that summer day would
never grow dim. The crimson
poppies that edged the corn flush
ed a deeper red as the sunlight
touched their silken leaves, wild
roses nodded gaily as the girl's
lovely eyes fell on them, and the
bird's in the green boughs over
head .aroke into blithe snatches of
song, ass.if they would re-echo the
g!adness in the yoang girl's fresh,
'I can never thank you too
much,' she says with a smile and
a blush, as Mr. Pierson set her
down at Mrs. Patterson's door.
'I will call to-morrow and ask
Mrs. Patterson's permission to call
on you. May I ?' he laughs mer
'Oh-' with a little shrug of hor
ror, 'you must not; Mrs. Patterson
would not like it.'
'We shall see.'
And he did see. Mrs. Patterson
was politeness itself until Marah
Grey's name was mentioned. Af
ter that ice itself could not have
been colder. She could not un
derstand how a man in Cilbert
Pierson's position could stoop to
associate with a bound girl. But
she was too wise to risk her repu
tation by refusing her permission,
and Marah was sent into the par
for becomingly. dressed,to the chag
rin of Mrs. Patterson's danghters,
who had often tried to attract the
attention of the bachelor master
of Locust Heights.
Marah Grey's bondage was
drawing to a close. In two days
she would. be free-free to go
where she pleased ; yet, strange
as it may appear, something akin
to fear lent a saddened expression
to her bright face as Gilbert Pier
son stood by her side in Mrs. Pat
terson's elegant parlor.
'I have not had a happy home
here,' sho says, in a low voice,
'but in two days I will be home
'Does Mrs. Patterson refuse to
retain you in her ser-vice ?'
'She says I cannot stay one
hour over my time.'
Mara-h's eyes fill with tears, for
Gilbert Pierson's friendship had
cost her many a frown.
'Marab'-his face is very close
to hers-'have you been blind ?
Do you not know that I wou!d not
have sought your society unless I
loved you, for I think I have loved
you since the first moment I met
you. Oh, my little hcmeless one,
let me give you my love and pro
tection for life.'
Marab's head drooped lower and
her lips murmured some faint pro
test against his marrying a bound
'Bound or free, you are mine.'
hn e read the answer in the
dark eyes as he kissed the upturn
Mrs. Patterson was shocked.
But Gilbert Pierson had his wvay,
and carried1 Miss Grey off to the
Delaney's, whoe were delighted
withl the bride-elect. In one month
they were married, Jack Delaney
giving away the bride.
A ROBBER'S HONEST Y.
BY A SHAM DERVISH.
A sedentary life being against the
principles of the dervish character
wich I assumed, I often was oblig
ed, willingly, or unwillingly, to.
take my knapsack round my
shoulders, and to make expeditions
sometimes alone, sometimes in the
company of my badji comrades.
There happened always some ex
traordinary things on these ex
crsions. Sometimes witnessed a
beartrending scone of slavery and
cruelty ; at other times I saw strik
ing examples of rude virtue and
humanity. My dervish blessings
remained never niurewarded. I
sang until I became hoarse, but 'I
filled my sack richly with ee,se
and with horse or wild donkey's
lesh; and I always got the pres
ent of a piece of felt, or a handful
ofcamel or sheep's wool, and some
times even a piece of old garment,
which the nomads threw off.
Thbere was no fear of danger in
th ienirns of Gomulshtene (a
place where we halted amongst
the Yomat-Turkomans);aud, as the
number of my acquaintance grew
always larger, I felt not the slight
est hesitation to cxtend my roam
ing expeditions a little further in
the interior of such tribes as were
on the friendliest footing with my
hosts. It is true the latter often
warned me to be cautious ; but as
1 wore nothing on me besides my
wretched dervish garb, and my
meagre purse containing about 20
krans (sixteen shillings,) I thought
it superfluous to listen to prudent
advice as to my safety, and pur
sued my route for days together
without taking the trouble to re
turn every evening to my quar
One day, after having wandered
about from one group of tents to
another, I felt, towards the even
ing, quite exhausted. I espied
from afar one solitary tent, to
which I turned my weary steps.
An isolated tent in the desert is
never recommended ; but I had
nothing to choose, and soon de
cided to ask hospitality of its in
babitant for that night. I enter
ed with the usual dervish chants
and with a loud "Selam Alekum"
("Peace on you.") A tall, wild
looking Turkoman received me at
the door. He told me to sit down.
We exchanged the customary sa
lutations, and soon found ourselves
in a deep conversation on religion,
horse-breeding, and forays, their
When the sun was nearly set
on the vast and wild desert land
scape, I saw my host was growing
more and moro restless and un.
quiet. He sat down and rose
again, vent out and came back,
without speaking to me a single
word. I felt a little uncomforta
ble. Suddenly be approached me,
and with a rather bashful air ask
ed me if I would not lend him
some krans (money,) as he intend
ed to treat me with a dish of rice
meal (a special meal for guests,)
add was highly puzzled from his
not possessing a single farthing to
buy rice. To lend money, I
thought, is certainly better than
to be robbed of it. I opened my
purse and gave him five krans,
which he hastily took and hurried
away to make the necessarw pur
dbase at a tent wh'ch he said was
distant about a quarter of an
When he returned his face was
beaming with joy and I really
compassioned the poor but honest
man who was so anxious to honor
The supper was soon ready. A
huge plate, enough to satisfy half
a dozen empty stomachs, was put
before me. lie and his wife, wvhom
I ought already to have mention
ed, sat opposite. It was only af
ter my long insisting that I could
induce them to share the meal
with me. At length they too be
gan to eat. We became more and
more friendly. As we couldj not
finish all our rice at once, the hos
pitable woman asked me to stay a
day iongcer with them. and to have
a second dinner the following
evening. My refusal of that kind
offer will be easily understood.
The next morning I rose early,
bade farewvell to my host, who ap
peared to be extremely touched,.
and after 1 gave him and his
horse (as is the custom) a bless
ing, I left for my return to Go.
I had not been distant more
than half an hour's walk from tbc
tent when. I1suddenly beard a loud
shoting behind me, which sum
monod mo to stop in the most
threatening terms. Seeing a wel
armed horseman in pursuit, I stop.
ped imnmedi.ately. My persecutox
apprehended at a slow pace, an~
you may fancy my astonishmnent
when I recognized in his person
my host of the pas;t evening thai
very Turkoman I biossed an houw
"Stop, badji," cried my friend
with a deep voice and downcasi
eyes, "Give me your purse, am.
all you have on you, or .1-"'
My astonishment had -no limits
'and as I took the whole .affair foi
a joke, and laughed in his face
the Turko'man grew ang.ry, an.
said, "Don't delay, hadji, ocr I shal
eob?iged to offend you."
As robbery is not an offence il
the eves ofa Turkoman, I though
it advisable to obey his summon,
I handed him my purse, also abou
ti ee or four spoonfuls of greer
tea I had on me, and a piece 0
old chintz which I used instead o
a handkerchief. He took all m
property without the slightes
compunction, put it into his sael
and just when I was ready to con
tinue my way, called me back
oplened my purse (now his own
and gave me five krans from ~it
saying "There, badji ;, take m
debt of yesterday morning.
think it was just five krans.
don't hke to be a debtor."
"What a strange honesty ?
thought I to myself as I took th
money. The robber now appear
ed quite satisfied. In his view o
moral and social life he had ac
complished a noble deed, and wv.
impudent enough to a,+k me on m:
parting for a second blessing
which of course I could not re
fuse. I belioved his untaught con
science was quite satisfied in tb
Such pictures of mingled virtue
and vices are often found amongs
the nomads of Central Asia. I ha
certainly a curious glimpse of bai
barian life in the adventure wit
the hospitable and honest robbei
kRER RABBIT AND DE TAI
Another Story Told by Uncle Remus to i
Sally's Little Boy.
"Didn't the fox never catch tb
rabbit, Uncle Remus ?' asked tb
little boy to whom the old ma
delights to relate his stories.
"Ie come mighty nigh it, hone
sho's you bawn-Brer Fox dic
One day, arter Brer Rabbit foole
'im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fj
went ter wuk en got 'im som
tar, en mixt it wid some turker
tine, en fixt up a tar baby, en b
tuck dis yer tar baby en he sot 'e
in de big road ; den he laid offi
de bushes fer ter see wat de new
wuz gwine to be. En he didn
baf ter wait long, nudder, caz
bimeby here come Brer Rabb
pacin' down de road- lippity-elii
pity, clippity-lippity-jez az sass
as a hotel nigger. Brer Fox, h
lay low. Brer Rabbit come prar
ein''long 'twell he spied de ta
baby, en den he fotch up on. h:
beime legs like .be wuz 'stor
ished. De tar baby she sot da:
en Brer Fox he lay low.
"'Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbi
sezee, 'nice wedder dis mawnin
"Brer Fox, he wink his ey
slow, en lay low, en de tar bab
e ain't sayin' nuthin'.
"'How you come on, den ?
ou deaf?' scz Brer Rabbit. seze<
Caze ef you is, I kin holler lout
"Tar baby keep quiet, en Br<
Fox, lie lay low.
"'Youer stuck up. dat'sw'
you is,' sez Brer Rabbit, sozee, 'e
I'm gwi ne to kyore you, dat's w't
I'm a gwineter do,' sezee.
"Brer Fox, he sorter chucklei
his stum muck, but tar baby ain
"I'm gwineter larn you bowtt
talk ter' 'specttobble people
hit's de las' ack,' sez Brer Rabbi
sezee. 'Ef you don't take off d:
at en tell me howdy, I'm gwin
ter bus' you wide open, sez'ee.
"Tar baby set still, en Brer Fo:
he lay low.
"Brer .Rabbit keep on axin' 'it
en de car baby keep on sayi
nuth in', twell presently Brer Ra
bit draw back wid his fis' at
blip he tuck him side or do heca
Right dar's whar he broke h
molasses jug. IIis fis' stuck en 1
couldn't pull loose. D)e tar hi
" GEf you don't lemmie go, I
hit you agin,' sez Brer Rabbi
sezce, eni wid dat he fotch him
wipe wid de udder hani', en d
stUCk. B3rer Fox he layv law.
"'Turn me loose, 'fo' 1 kick<
nat'r'al stufln' outen you,' s
IBrer Rabbit, sezee, but de tar bal
hilt on, en den Bret.r Rabbit los''
use un his feet in de same wa
Brer Fox he lay low. Den Br
Rabbit squalled out dat of de t
Ibaby didn't turn 'im loose hb
butt im cranksided, en he butt
en his head got fasteied. Den
Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', look
in' des ez wunner yo' mammy's
f "'Howdy, Brer Rabbit, sez Brer
f Fox, sezee. 'You look sorter stuck
up dis mawnin',' sezee. en den he
rolled on de groun', en laft <en iaft
twell he couldn't laff no mo. 'I
speck you'll take dinner wid me
dis time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid
in some calamus root, en I ain't
gwineter take no skuce,' sez Brer
Here Uncle Remus paused and
'drew a two-pound yam out of the
"Did the fox eat the rabbit ?"
asked the little boy to whom the
story had been told.
"Dat's all de fur do tale goes,"
replied the old man. "He mout,
en den again he moutent. Some
say Jedge B'ar come 'long and
loosed 'im-some say he didn't. I
on'y tells you dat w'at I -knows.
I bear Miss Sally callin', You
better run 'long."
VIsioNs OF AN OPIUM SMoKER;
-A confirmed opium smoker re
lates the sensations imparted-by
the use of the drug as follows:
He says: As soon as I. get well
under tb influence, it brings a con
tentment beyond imagination, and
a sense of peace such as visits the
fabled eater of the lotos, a feeling
which in its.entirety placed one in
a supreme throne, calm as Buddha,
ruling as a windless; waveless,
voiceless kingdom of over.asting
rest. To this- succeeded a:know
e ledge of power. to plan and exe.
a cute such schemes as are known
only to the gigantic and unattain
able, coupled with the thought,
I. can -do these things, but I will
d not. What is all else compared
pared to this ?' Again the scene
e shii.ed, anid in a state of semi
lcols:iousness there followed each
e other, like a panorama of Or
ental magnificence, of tall and
~a astately minarets, of' palaces
s glittering beneath a noon-day su.n,
t of armies marching forth in all the
e circumstance of war, conquerimg
*and to conquer. Finally the gi
gantic superseded the beautiful
and grand until sleep brought a
e close to the tEemiendous imaginings
. of a dream. You awake, bu.t to
r what ? Headache, nausea, a burn
Sing, tightening grip at your thrat
a general sensation such as:attende.
the recovery of a New Year's
drunk. But the worst of- it-.is
there seems only one remedy
smoke again and again, leave care
and sorrow and suffering behind..
eT bus begin ning in curiosity, a<
continuing from seeming necessity,
the end is ever a.nd always a death
so horrible as to rival-the tortures
How A DoG FOOLED RIS MAs-.
r TER.-A newspaper that is printed
in the town of Palmyra, Wiscone
sin, the Enterprise, tells a story
Sabout a dog whichL it says-ist true,
Severy word of it. The dog, whose
name is Tiger, belongs to a suir
nveyor, now at work in the service
'of the United States government
in that part of the country. One
~day no; long ago the surveyor
saw that Tiger was asleep near
the edge of a thicket, and he
tthought he might have some fun
with him. So the surveyor, shout
ed out : "Catch him, Tiger: ait
him, old dog," and jumped into
the thicket, as if a deer, or at least
a rabbit, had been seen. Tiger, of
~course. went bounding and bark
ing in. but very soon returned
*with his tail between his legs,
seeing that a trick had been play
eCd upon him. Now comes the
good p)art of the story. Tiger
et nade believe that he was going to
tsleep again. In about three hours
be all at once sprang up, set his
ears an ye ntedirection of
the thicket, gave a loud bark and
a laped for ward. The surveyor fol
at owed, thinking that Tiger had
found some game. When Tiger
esaw his master parting the bushes
-zcuriously, he gave a peculiar "Ah
ywoob," and went back to his
ec sleeping place wagging his tail,
Y and satisfied that he hadi paid the
e survevor back for foling him.
'dInterest blinds some and makes
SI nme see.