Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-05-28


has gone astray'
The letter, II says Goodbye, for am
golng away.
I've lived with you six months, John, aud
so Tar I've been true
But I'm going away to-day with hand
somer man than YOU"
A hansomer man than mel Why, that
aln't much to say;
There's han'somer men than me goes by
here every day.
There's han'somcr men than me. ain't
OF the han'some kind;
But q loyin'er man than was l guess
she'll never find.
Curse her curse her! say, and give my
curses wings
May the words Of love I've spoke be
changed to scorpion stings.
Oh! she filed my heart with JOY, she
empticd my heart Of doubt;
And now, with scratch Of the pen, she's
Ter my hearts blood out
Curse her curse her! say I. She'll some
time rue the day;
She'll sometime learn that hate Is game
that two can play.
And long before she dies she'll grieve
that she ever was born;
And I'll plow her grave with hate anC
seed 1t down with scorn.
As sure as the world goes on, therel
come time when she
VIII read the devilish heart Of that han
somer man than me;
And therell be time when he will nnd
as others do,
That she that is false with one can be the
same with two.
And when her face grows pale, and whe'
her eyes grow dim,
And when he Is tired of her, and she l
tired of him,
She'll do what she ought to have done
and coolly count the cost;
And then she'll see things clear and know
what she has lost.
And thoughts that are now asleep WI
wake up in her mind,
And she will mourn and cry for what She
left behind;
And maybe she'll sometimes long for m
for me-but no!
I've blotted her out Of my heart, and
will not have 1t so.
And yet in her girlish heart there wa
something or other she had
That fastened man to her and wash
entirely bad;
And she loved me little, l think, a
though it didn't last.
But I mustn't think of tlese thjngs-p'
buried 'em in the past.
III take my hard words back, nor make
bad matter worse;
She'll have trouble enough, she'll nj
have my curse.
But I'll live a life so square-and we
know that CAN
That she always will be sorry she wei
with that han'somer man.
All! here is her kitchen dress 1t max
my poor eyes blur,
t It seems, when look at that, as II 'tw'
holdir' her.
, And here are her weekday shoes, al
there Is her weekday hat,
And yonder her wedding-gown. wond
she didn't take that.
Twas only this morning she came al
0 called me her "dearest DEAR"
!, And said l was maxim for her regul
paradise here.
q O God! if you want man to sense
. pains of He'll,
Before you pitch him in, just keep him
Heaven spell.
: Goodbye l wish that death had sever
e US two apart.
;. You've lost a worshiper here, you
!. crushed loyin' heart.
= III worship no woman again; but que
I'll learn to pray,
,. And kneel as you used to kneel, beft
r. you run away.
And If 1 thought could bring my VOL
ID on Heaven to bear,
:. And If I thought should have so
Ie little influence there,
would pray that might be, II 1t o.
81 could be SO,
= As happy aud gay as was only half
hour ago.
JANE (entering.)
Why, John, what o litter here! You
thrown things all around.
Come, what's the matter now!
," what've you lost or found3
And here's my father here, a-waitlu'
supper, too.
Iyo been riding with bim-bs's that b