New-York tribune., 1875-05-18
TILE nEAp LErTER.


And can tioi An, yes, I sceI
'Iir thuty Jcars anu better
sinoo Mary Morgan sent to mo
4.iiIs
pretty hand che couldn't spelD,
As any man mu't vote IL;
And I was, as remember wei,
pretty hand that wrote II!
How calmly now view 1t all,
As n.mulS backward ranges
The ,iks, iGc ".dks tat recall,
AMI hcn-thc posta changes!
How vel luvc'i her / guess
C'nc, "a h Is Cdpids hostdcc)
Jurt on and slN irncc-uOthing le5s--
This letter cost III postage!
The love that wrote at such rate
D;y JOyc! IL was steep OirD
File hundred notes Il eIlculate)
Was certainly dccpone;
AMI yet ii ditd-of slow decline
Perhaps suspicion chilled II;
" quile forgotten If = was nne
Or Muys III: ING Killed IT,
At last the fatal message came:
"My lcttcrs-plcasc return them;
Aud yOurs--of course You wish TIC same
III send tltcm back or burn them"
Two rrcious fools, must allow
Whlchei er was the greater:
wonder il I'Ia Wiser now,
Some seven lusters aterf
And his alone rcmans All, well
These words Ot warm affection,
The faded ink, tho pdngont smell,
Are food for deep reflection
They tell Of how the heart contrives
To change with f.ncy's fashion,
The strongest human passion!
And here, among the Fables, is one with hint for
whom 1t may concern:
THE AMBITIOUS VINE.
vine that stood beside 4 thriving Oak
Grew weary of the labor
or -ctSnppOrt, and thus she plainly spoke
Unto her stronger nei5hbor:
al prithee bend your handsome trunk to me,
MY noble forest brother;
That, mutually embracing, we may be
Supporters Of each other
~Nay," said the tree, 81 was not made to bend;
I'tna atInps, and Ise
As oaks wont,-but you my pretty friend
Arc twenty tunes as plant
$50 clasp your slender arms around me, dear;
Aud we will grow together
High as yon azure cloud nor ever fear
The toughest wind or weather! !"
"Nay nay" replied the foolish Vine, "I hate
10 seem much your debtor:
YOu do The twning now, and III be straight;
Id like it vastly better !"
Nature wills otherwise" the Oak replied,
However You may gIumbe;
The moment such a silly plan were tried,
Together we should tumble
"Come you to me and, taking Natures course,
to the twain will give my manly force,
And you your maiden gIaces.
"But IT, perverse you try to live alone,
With none To hold and cherish
Your slender form, before you're fairly grown,
You certainly will perish
"Or H. instead Of fondly clingng fast
To who wonld protect you,
You nirt with others,-all the trees at last
viii scornfuly reject you"
81 see,-I see" exclaimed the musing Vine,
"The weaker must be nourished :"
Then claspcd the Oak with many a graceful twine,
And SO they grew and h0urished
Estes Laurat have just ready novel by Victor
Cherbuliez author Of the "Thc Romance OF Honest
Woman" Prosper" etc Miss Rove" is the titlo OF
this tale. Miss Frances A. shaw has translated 1t
very cleverly and Estes Laurat have put into the
dantest and most refined Of paper covers. As to the
book itself. 1t Is interesting don't think Cherbuliez
could write dull tale but 1t certainly is not OF his
best most original II looks little II he were
trading his reputation This fascinating romp, with
tho black eyes and the yellow hair, who marrics her
guardian. IL an old acquaintance; and, as for the
GUARDIAN alas I've met him often too. But the style Of
the book is bright and charming There pretty
perpexites Of plot and confess TO the sin OF sit
ting up half the night TO find whether 1t came out
fhnuRht IL Xould-Xhich IL did G.. NJ