still beholding the beloved object at the window, and occasionally placing his hand upon his heart in such a way as to show a large and gorgeous seal-ring containing the hair of a fellow-fireman who had caught such a cold at a great fire that he died some years after. "How calm she is! and she's as pretty as Ninety's new hose carriage. It seems to me," says the young chap to himself, stooping down to roll up the other leg of his trousers-" it seems to me that I never see anything so calm. She observes my daily a-going, and yet she don't so much as send somebody down to see if there's any overcoats in the front entry." One day a venerable Irish gentleman, keeping a boardinghouse and ice-cream saloon in the basement of the establishment, happened to slip on the stairs with a lighted camphene lamp in his hand, and pretty soon the bells were ringing for a conflagration in that district. Immediately our gallant firemen were on their way to the spot, and, having first gone through forty-two streets on the other side of the city, to wake the people up there and apprise them of their great danger, reached the dreadful scene, and instantly began to extinguish the flames by bringing all the furniture out of a house not more than three blocks below. In the midst of these self-sacrificing efforts, a form was seen to dart into the burning building like a spectre. It was the enamored young chap who carried a trumpet in the department. He had seen the beloved object sitting at the window as usual, and was bent upon saving her, even though he missed the exciting fight around the corner. Reaching the millinery-room door, he could see the object standing there in the midst of a sea of fire. "How calm she is," says he. "Miss Milliner," says he, "don't you see you're all in a blaze?" But still she stood at the window in all her calmness. The devoted young chap turned to a fellow-fireman, who was just then selecting two spring bonnets and some ribbon for his wife in order to save them from the flames, and says he, "Jakey, what shall I do?" But Jakey was at that time picking out some artificial flowers for his youngest daughter, and made no answer. Unable to reach the devoted maid, and rendered desperate by the thought that she must be asleep in the midst of her danger, the frantic young chap madly hurled his trumpet at her. It struck her and actually knocked her head off. Horrified at what he had done, the excited chap called himself a miserable wretch, and was led out by the collar. It was Jakey who did this deed of kindness, and says he, "What's the matter with you, old fellow?" The poor young chap wrung his hands, and says he: "I've killed her, Jakey, I've killed her; and she's so calm!" Jakey took some tobacco, and then says he, “Why, that was only a pasteboard figger-ha, ha, ha." And so it was, my boy, so it was; but the affair had such an effect upon the young chap that he at once took to drinking, and his last words were: "I've killed her, Jakey, I've killed her; and she was so calm!" W THE ARMORER'S ERRAND. JULIA C. R. DORR. [A Ballad of 1775.] WHERE the far skies soared clear and bright From mountain height to mountain height, In the neart of a forest old and gray, Castleton slept one Sabbath day— Slept and dreamed of the seventh of May But hark! a humming, like bees in a hive; Swept into the town with a martial tread, Next day the village was all astir With unwonted tumult and hurry. There were So he wrought away till the sun went down And the flame of the forge through the darkness glowed, Then over the threshold a shadow fell, And he heard a voice that he knew right well. It was Ethan Allen's. He cried: "I knew And sharpening blades is only play Or this night, rather." A grim smile played 66 'Say on. I never have shirked," said he; "To go by the light of the evening star On an urgent errand, swift and far, From town to town and from farm to farm, Wake Rutland and Pittsford! Rouse Neshobe, too, He doffed his apron, he tightened his belt, And I pledge you my word, ere dawn of day But where shall I send these minute-men ?" 66 Do you know Hand's Cove?" said Allen then, "On the shore of Champlain? Let them meet me there By to-morrow night, be it foul or fair!" "Good-by, I'm off!" Then down the road, He said to himself, with a laugh: "Old man, With a shout and a cheer, on the rushing tide While thrush and robin and bluebird sing The young green leaves on the oak-tree here |