To any lance of pain that sought your breast. Passed through my lips; and all night long I lay The sound of your dear voice, and scarcely dared The stars looked down with eyes that only stared And did not let it blossom into words. Your tenderness was all for Sara. Through The door, kept shut against my love, there came No message to poor Hagar, almost crazed With grief lest you should die. Ah! you have been So cruel and so cold to me, my lord; And now you send me forth with Ishmael, Not on a journey through a pleasant land Upon a camel, as my mistress rides, With kisses, and sweet words, and dates and wine, My breath and caught it hard again. Go back! "Your god commands it?" Then my gods, the gods Of Egypt, are more merciful than yours. Isis and good Osiris never gave Command like this, that breaks a woman's heart, To any prince in Egypt. Come with me Leave all your wealth to Sara. Sara loves And Sara loves the slow and stealthy tread Of many camels moving on the plains. Hagar loves you. Oh! come with me, dear lord. Take but your staff and come with me; your mouth Shall drink my share of water from this jug With love's sweet wine from tender kisses pressed. That spoke those pleading words. I go! I go, my lord; proud that I take with me If it were not for Ishmael's dear sake My feet would tread upon this bitter bread, Is empty now of all the reverence But I will teach my little Ishmael To hate his father for his mother's sake. Aye! Hagar's son a desert prince shall be, I go ! But like this loaf that you have given me, So shall the sweetest water that you draw Farewell! I go, but Egypt's mighty gods There, too, the wrongs that you have done this day To Hagar and your first-born, Ishmael, Shall waken and uncoil themselves, and hiss Like adders at the name of Abraham. ELIZA POITEVENT NICHOLSON. AN EASTER WITH PAREPA. Contributed by Frederick Immen, Grand Rapids, Michigan. WH HEN Parepa was here she was everywhere the people's idol. The great opera houses in all our cities and towns were thronged. There were none to criticise or carp. Her young, rich, grand voice was beyond compare. Its glorious tones are remembered with an enthusiasm like that which greeted her when she sung. Her company played in New York during the Easter holidays, and I, as an old friend, claimed some of her leisure hours. We were friends in Italy, and this Easter day was to be spent with me. At eleven in the morning she sang at one of the large churches; I waited for her, and at last we two were alone in my snug little room. At noon the sky was overcast and gray. Down came the snow, whitening the streets and roofs. The wind swept icy breaths from the water as it came up from the bay and rushed past the city spires and over tall buildings, whirling around us the snow and storm. We had hurried home, shut and fastened our blinds, drawn close the curtains, and piled coal higher on the glowing grate. We had taken off our wraps, and now sat close to the cheery fire for a whole afternoon's blessed enjoyment. Parepa said, "Mary, this is perfect rest! We shall be quite alone for four hours." "Yes, four long hours!" I replied. "No rehearsals. no engagements. Nobody knows where you are!" Parepa laughed merrily at this idea. "Dinner shall be served in this room, and I won't allow even the servant to look at you!" I said. She clasped her dimpled hands together, like a child in enjoyment, and then sprang up to roll the little centre-table near the grate. The snow had now turned into sleet; a great chill fell over the whole city. We looked out of our win |