Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-04-26

BY MENELI1A B. gMEDLBY.

BY MENELLA B. sMEDLBY
In grand old German city,
There stands an Orphans Home,
Where all stray lambs, for pity,
Are folded as they come;
They fill four hundred places,
Unwelcomed, undismissed,
And all those little faces
No mother-lips have kissed.
There came great disorder
On the brave old German land.
With battles on her border
And mighty foes at hand;
And wounded, sick, and dying,
BY many a mournful score,
In Leipzig town were lying
Till there was room no more.
Then spake proclamation,
0, loyal Leipzig men
The soldiers of the nation
Serve every citizen
Take home these orphan children
Till good times come anew,
And make their hall hospital
For those who bleed for you! !"
Soon in the quiet places
OF children's sleep or play,
Long rows of restless faces,
Bearded and Wav-WOrn Law;
And the children went, half-frighteRed,
Into world unscanned,
Where many small clasp frightened,
On many careless hand.
By many ireside sitting,
Goodman to goodwife spake,
We take this charge, as fitting,
For our dear country's sake:
The tolls of war with reason
The fruits of peace should earn;
And it is but for season,
And the children will return"
In walked each helpless stranger,
With such doubtful face,
Half in the fear of danger,
Half in the hope of grace
They Thoughts memory rouses
Dreams of their big bare hall
. these must be children's houses,
Because they are SO small
On tiptoe should be able
TO reach the trin-set shelf.
can dine at this toy-table,
And carve the meat myself;
Can venture to ask it,
Is this little chair for me?
Is there babe in that basketp
And may l peep and see!"
Strange were the simple labors
Where children could do half.
Strangest of all, the neighbors
Who came to talk and laugh;
Life grew pleasant story.
With all things strange and sweet,
And 0! the honor and glory
Of errands in the street
The days were busy and cheery.
The food was just enough,
And if sometimes the wife was weary.
Or sometimes the man was rough.
Why, cuffs were followed by kisses.
And showers made air serene;
And where's the child that misses
The calm of cold machine?
The war-tide paused, receded,
The strong land laughed again,
And room no more was needed
For men in their battle pain
Then spake proclamation,
And the good words seemed to burn,
There's JOY through all the nation,
And the children may return"
Oh strong land that reioices
When those good words are said.
Did you hear that Children's voices
From many a little bed?
Did they Naken, hardly knowing
What was about to be,
Then whisper, & am going:
There is no joy for me?'
think their father needs them.
For when that morning comes
One joyful thing is happening
: In tour hundred Leipzig homes;
The goodwife looked at the goodman,
And wistfully she smiled,
But he spoke out, with never doubt,
F." Well keep our orphan child !"
1t was only the kind hours moving,
And the common daily light
Had taught the trick of loving,
Through word and touch and sight;
And they never questioned whether
Trouble or loss might come,
For their hearts had grown together
In the little life at home.
Now all you German people.
For peaceful nights and days,
Let tower and throne and steeple
Send up their songs of praise.
But God can make an altar
Of every cottage hearth,
And children's lips can falter
The happiest hymns on earth
Good Words.
*This true history of the beginning of
'arding out in Leipzig is toldl by Prof.
am, of Trinity College, Dublin, in an adj
irable paper on Pauper Schools, read be-
re the Statistical and Social Society of
eland January Is, 1876.
A Tulip Mania.
A magazine writer tells us of the
lip mania which broke out in Holland
any years ago. And the sturdy
lrghers took the tulip mania so badly
lat single bulb that would not
over until another year sold for
70 thousand dollars. A trader at
aarlem was actually known to pay
af his fortune for single root, not
ON any expectations of profit in it's
copagation, but to keep it in his con-
ryatory for the admiration of his &C
aaintances. Wealthy burghers of
sent direct to Constants