To welcome us, Aunt Mary fell Asleep this morning, whispering, "Tell The boys to come!" And all is well Out to old Aunt Mary's. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. HOW MARY GREW. (ADDRESSED TO MISS MARY GREW). WITH wisdom far beyond her years, WITH And graver than her wondering peers, So strong, so mild, combining still, Then in her gracious womanhood, The hounding mob, the slanderer's pen, So did the work she found to do, A christian heroine, Mary Grew! The freed slave thanks her; blessing comes The world were safe, if but a few So New Year's Eve, I sit and say, From her own lips, how Mary Grew! And hear her graceful hostess tell, Who lately through her parlors spoke JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. THOUGHTS OF MARY ON THE LL quiet along the Potomac they say AL Except now and then a stray picket Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle. All quiet along the Potomac to-night, Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, Or the light of the watch-fires are gleaming. A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night wind Through the forest leaves gently is creeping, While stars up above, with their glittering eyes Keep guard,—for the army is sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep; The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves, All quiet along the Potomac to-night, No sound, save the rush of the river; Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves, It looked like a rifle "Ah! Mary, good-bye," MRS. ETHEL LYNN BEERS. AN AMERICAN "AVE MARIA." VE MARIA," 'tis the evening hymn, "Αν Of many pilgrims on the land and sea; Soon as the day withdraws, and two or three Faint stars are burning, all whose eyes are dim With tears or watching, all of weary limb, Or troubled spirit, yield the bended knee, And find, O! Virgin, life's repose in thee. I too, at nightfall, when the new born rim Of the young moon is first beheld above, Tune my fond thoughts to their devoutest key, And from all bondage--save remembrance, free, Glad of my liberty as Noah's dove, Seek the Madona most adored by me, And say my "Ave Maria's" to my love. THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS. MARY PRESCOTT. (A REMINISENCE). F I had thought so soon she would have died, I had a moment lingered at her side, And held her, ere she passed beyond my reach; If I had thought so soon she would have died. That day she looked up with her startled eyes, Like some hurt creature, where the woods are deep: With kisses I had stilled those breaking sighs, With kisses closed those eyelids into sleep, That day she looked up with her startled eyes, Oh! had I known she would have died so soon, Lost on the desert, poured out on the sand- |