THE MAIDEN HUSKING CORN. Lady. "NOW show something not so grand, Some pleasant rural scene; Some breezy pastime, sketched off-hand, Ah! here is something pleases me, Artist. "I like that too; it brings to mind I had a silver fowling-piece, They did small damage to the geese, But heart and hope were on the toss, And in my strolls I came across This maiden husking corn. "She was an airy, wild-bird thing, I wheedled her to come and sit I kissed the dusky, barefoot bit, They scolded her because she screamed Because she dallied and she dreamed "Her sorrows were so very black And I declared I would come back Where no one would know how to scold Heigho! has she a spouse to kiss Who scolds when frocks are torn? Perhaps her sun-browned daughter is A maiden husking corn." Lady. "Perhaps; if so, then she were blest But tell me, when you hunted West A child was there, a gypsy elf; Long, long ago, who called himself Of course, 'tis all a freak of chance, Artist. "Your portrait, quick; it is the truth; You are but little changed, in sooth, The same deep eyes, yet not the same; Ah! well a-day, for aye. If wishes came for wealth and fame All in a clear-hued morn. And you would blush and I would kiss The maiden husking corn. J. H. BLOW. GOD SAVE OUR NATIVE LAND. OD save our native land, GOD And make her strong to stand For truth and right. Long may her banner wave, Flag of the free and brave! Ever from sea to sea Where'er the rivers flow, May love and justice grow, In living unity May all her people be Kept evermore. From hence on every side O God! to Thee we raise For this glad land. Thou didst our fathers lead, From Thy full hand. JULIUS H. SEELYE 66 SAUNDERS MCGLASHAN'S COURTSHIP. AUNDERS SAUNDER MCGLASHAN was a hand-loom weaver in a rural part of Scotland many years ago. Like many another Scotchman, he was strongly impressed with the desire to own the house he lived in. He bought it before he had saved money enough to pay for it, and he toiled day and night to clear the debt, but died in the struggle. When he was dying he called his son to his bedside and said: Saunders, ye're the eldest son, and ye maun be a faither to the ither bairns; see that they learn to read their Bibles and to write their names, and be gude to your mother; and, Saunders, promise me that ye'll see that the debt is paid." The son promised, and the father died, and was buried in the auld kirkyard. Years passed; the bairns were a' married and awa', and Saunders was left alone with his mother. She grew frail and old, and he nursed her with tender, conscious care. On the evening of the longest summer day she lay dying. Saunders sat at her bedside, and they opened their hearts to each other on the grandest themes. Stretching her thin hand out of the bed-clothes, she laid it on his head, now turning gray, and said: "Saunders, ye've been a gude laddie, and I'm gaun to leave ye. I bless ye, and Heaven will bless ye; for ye have dune Heaven's biddin', and honored your faither and mither. I'll see your faither the morn, and I'll tell him that the bairns are a' weel, and that the debt was paid lang or I left the earth." |