From the lonely station passed the utterance, spreading
Through the pines and hemlocks to the groves of steeples,
Till the land was filled with loud reverberations

Of" All right! DE SAUTY."

-

When the current slackened, drooped the mystic stranger, -
Faded, faded, faded, as the stream grew weaker, —
Wasted to a shadow, with a hartshorn odor
Of disintegration.

Drops of deliquèscence glistened on his forehead,
Whitened round his feet the dust of efflorescence,
Till one Monday morning, when the flow suspended,
There was no De Sauty.

Nothing but a cloud of elements organic,

C. O. H. N. Ferrum, Chlor. Flu. Sil. Potassa,

-

Calc. Sod. Phosph. Mag. Sulphur, Mang. (?) Alumin.(?) Cuprum,(?) Such as man is made of.

Born of stream galvanic, with it he had perished!
There is no De Sauty now there is no current!
Give us a new cable, then again we 'll hear him
Cry, "All right! DE SAUTY."

AN UNPUBLISHED POEM, BY MY LATE LATIN TUTOR.

N candent ire the solar splendor flames;

IN

The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames;
His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes,
And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes.

How dulce to vive occult to mortal eyes,
Dorm on the herb with none to supervise,
Carp the suave berries from the crescent vine,
And bibe the flow from longicaudate kine!

To me, alas! no verdurous visions come,
Save yon exiguous pool's conferva-scum,
No concave vast repeats the tender hue
That laves my milk-jug with celestial blue!

Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart, be off, - excede, - evade, - erump!

THE OLD MAN DREAMS.

FOR one hour of youthful joy!

Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh a bright-haired boy Than reign a gray-beard king!

Off with the wrinkled spoils of age!
Away with learning's crown!
Tear out life's wisdom-written page,
And dash its trophies down!

One moment let my life-blood stream
From boyhood's fount of flame!
Give me one giddy, reeling dream
Of life all love and fame!

- My listening angel heard the prayer, And, calmly smiling, said, "If I but touch thy silvered hair, Thy hasty wish hath sped.

- Ah, truest soul of womankind! Without thee, what were life?

One bliss I cannot leave behind:

I'll take-ny-precious-wife!

THE OLD MAN DREAMS.

The angel took a sapphire pen And wrote in rainbow dew, "The man would be a boy again,

And be a husband too!"

-"And is there nothing yet unsaid
Before the change appears?
Remember, all their gifts have fled
With those dissolving years!"

Why, yes; for memory would recall
My fond paternal joys;

I could not bear to leave them all;

I'll take — my — girl — and — boys!

79

The household with its noise,

And wrote my dream, when morning broke,

To please the gray-haired boys.

WHAT WE ALL THINK.

Tn spite of locks untimely shed,

HAT age was older once than now,

Or silvered on the youthful brow;

That babes make love and children wed.

That sunshine had a heavenly glow,

Which faded with those "good old days" When winters came with deeper snow, And autumns with a softer haze.

That mother, sister, wife, or child

The "best of women" each has known.

Were schoolboys ever half so wild?

How young the grandpapas have grown!

That but for this our souls were free,

And but for that our lives were blest; That in some season yet to be

Our cares will leave us time to rest.

Whene'er we groan with ache or pain,

Some common ailment of the race, Though doctors think the matter plain, That ours is "a peculiar case."

That when like babes with fingers burned
We count one bitter maxim more,
Our lesson all the world has learned,
And men are wiser than before.