Morning journal and courier., 1880-10-02
READY MADE. .
TO HARRY.


 Dear Harry Wilt thou never speak,
 And tell the love thou canst not hide?
 Must in vain the token seek,
 In all these years so long denied?
 know thy faithful love; .tis old
 In signs never fail to know;
 mark them now as when of old
 We wandered fondly to and fro.
 The orchard where we love to stray
 Mid apple blossoms fragrant showers;
 The shady lane, along whose way
 We sauntered in the summer hours;
 The quiet, sacred house Of prayer,
 Where have knelt, and thou beside;
 The fireside glow which thou didst share,
 When ragged the storm king in his pride.
 My hours of joy, my hours of care,
 That swiftly fly or laggard move;
 In all my life, still thou art there
 And yet, thou wilt not speak thy love.
 Dear Harry call not to my cheek
 feel no shame, if thou wilt speak
 And say the words know well.
 In thy dark eye read the word
 That never to thy lips hath sprung;
 When shall thy souls last depths be stirred
 By loves sweet message from thy tongue?
 Dear Harryl am growing old,
 And faith grows faint and hope grows dark
 Shall thy true love be never told?
 -Ponfret F'rattler. General Longstreet is expected to reach Turkey about Thanksgiving time.-Neao Or ten11s PtcGyat1ae.
 In the first transports of delight the hap py father rushed into the room, exclaiming, five got son it's boy"
 s'Now is the time for pairing bees,' says an agricultural exchange. Well, pare them if you want to, but you'd better be mighty careful how you handle them.-Boston Post. There is boy in Boston whose parents are American, and who has always lived among people who speak English, yet he can under stand French and can't speak word of Eng fish. He is dumb, but not deaf f-Boston Post
 of Cleopatra's Needle says he don't wonder that the dusky queen committed suicide by taking viper to her bosom if she had to sew buttons on Malk Antony's pantaloons with a needle nearly seventy feet long, or make shirts for the Jew dealers of Egypt at five cents shirt. -Btngtanatons Repae61Scan. well known gentleman went home in rather howcomeyouso condition the other night, and, in reply to his wife's remon- 6trances, explained that he had been attend ing a meeting of the ward campaign club. 'tBut how come all that mud on the shoulder of your eoat?" sheinquired, sternly. tOh, , he answered promptly, fI've been putting my shoulder to the whee1,' and this conclud- ed the hostilities for the night. ]. One Sunday night we were sitting out in the moonlight, unusually silent, almost sad. Suddenly some one-a poetic looking man with gentle, lovely face-said in low tone: Did you ever think of the beautiful lesson the stars teach us p We gave a vague, appreciative murmur but. some soul less clod said: No; what is it?" "How to wink, " he answered, with a sad, sweet voice.
 Grapes are so plenty that they are eaten everywhere A bunch of them was eaten in Danbury house Monday afternoon, and the skins put on chair, with 8 view to removing them when the eater left the room. But they were forgotten, and shortly after caller in a summer silk sat down on that very chair. The fact that the husband of the grape eater was looking for the vote and influence of the husband of the summer silk in the coming town caucus adds to the gloom of the affair. -Danbury Neaos