New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-03-18

popunr favor In the course of 60 years. ana prey
little Adena Patti the last have heard an p, AN
re0ned between two, and above them an Pasta ~
neaTs 10 me preeminent for musical and dramatic
genius alone and unapproa"hed, the muse oi "Ss''
song. %
Mrs Horace E. scudder writes very good account OF
the siege of Boston The best poem OF the number -
the following ballad Of the realistic school, by Mr. Ba!ad
Taylor. Dr. Holmes furnishes his tribute to Dr. g. w.
Howe. r,,n
PENNSYLVANIA BALLAD. .,, +,
IF could forget" she said, forget aud Degn agin
We see 80 duh the time, and, looking back 20 Pa
There's quiet that's think, than many spohen
And It's wrong that one mistake should change the whole
OF u life.
There's John forever the same, so steady sooer and
Tie newer storms as man who never cried child;
PerLeps nv ways are hars but If he would seem ~
Thercd DC fewer swallowed words and lighter load to
Here Cherry she's found me out the calf raised In
And likely hefcr she's grown, the foolish 'Ofteyed
Jnsi The even color like without dapple or speck-
Oh, Cherry, bend down your heaa ana e' i'' w VII
The poor durb beast she is she never can know nor
And it seems to DO good, the very shame OF the
SO 1id woman and ard and Joel so old a man .,o
But the thoughts Of the old go on as the thoh VI 'o
young began
'~''AN'
If knew he had thought OF me- could quietly work
And thcn when either at last a bed of death should
Why might speak the TRUTH ana the oher ner 1"'
she leaned on the hefers neck the dry leaves fell from
And over the sweet late grass of the meadow srayed the
The golden dodder meshed the cardinal flower by the
There was Autumn haze in the air. and sunlight low on
the hill.
Fyc .nmchow missed my time" sic said to herself ana
what erls are free to hope, steady woman must
hide, 49,. - . ,,,s
But the iecd oatsias inc chlhcc' 'bN'h'' nv Wy ~
laugh -. T.. .
To tinE that tho only thing can talk to now is
CALI
step came down from the hill she did not turn or
There was something in her heart that without the
she heard the foot delay. doubling to stay or go
is The heller ion sale - hc said ene stey answered
" Nor
She red her head as she slakc; their eyes moment
And II, heart repeated the words could only for
he Turned HitIc away hut her lowered eyes could see
lis uaut, he picked the bark from the trunk OF
hickory tree.
" why can't we be friendly, Jane Z" his words came,
You Seem TO bear me grudge. long, and so long
You wcre gay and free with the rest. but always so shy
of me, 49,.
That before nav freedom came, saw that IL couldn't
be"
"Icci" was all she cried rs their glances met again.
And sudden ciiaced her pdllor ~ age ANA pain
lie uch Cd at the ickOI! bark Its curious thlBS 10
But Tia lonely since Phebe died and the girls married
away,
THAT'S why these thoughts come back: Tn little too
old icI pride, -, ., -
And never coad understand how love should be AL one
Twoa!d nswcr itself thought, and time would show
mo how -,
Eut I. aid III come so then and it doesn't now!
joel it came thenr-and her voice was thick with
hope for a single day. and bitter shame for years"
He snapped the ribbon Of bark; he turned from tAe
Jane. Ijok me once in the face, and say that you
thought Of me-"
She looked and fcebly laughed; 1t S comfort hno"
the truth, -,
Though Ii chance was thrown away in the blind mis-
take OF youth" -, . .,
saIilC, 49,.
To nI tie chance you have lost, and keep it little
while"
She rose MS he spake the words III pctted hcfer thrust
Her muzzie between the twain with an animals strange
mstrust:
Pat over The creatures neck he drew her to his breast
horse old but II pulls with another beast
It's enough to know" she said to remember not for
ceti"
Nav nay for the rest of life wen pay each others
debit"
And she sadly said, ut last, But what VIII become oil
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