The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-08-18
Written for the CHIEF.
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VICTORY.
BY VILLETTE,

BT VILJETTE.
How foolish he who wastes his youth
Vainiy seeking after truth,
Who, while the happy years go by,
Singing aloud their ecstasy,
Spends the best of one, poor life,
In the wild, unequal strife.
What matter if, when life is done,
He grasps his yict'ry hardly won,
Or triumphs as the shades of night.
O'erwhelm his morning of delight,
Shall conquest yield him half the grace
He else had found in humble place?
Long years gone by in ancient Rome,
$50 runs a story of that time,)
youthful warrior bold and true,
And fred with dream sublime
Thought by some great act to wear,
A never-fadlng, glorious name,
To honored stand above his race
Crowned on the blood-red field of fame.
10 dare-to do, to galn-or die,
And not to perish with the herd
In dull inactlon-such the hope
That e'cr his eager ardor stirred.
So scorning all his comrades sports,
The cast of quolts, thesmimic wars
Within the ciTcus' bounded ring
He sought afar the joys of Mars.
Where tlorcest was the onset made
Who're loudest clashcd tho awful din,
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Ambitions crown to,bravely win.
But when the conquering legionstold
Their numbers DER at close of day.
They valnly sought the hero there
To crown him with the leaves of bay,
Bronzed and Scared ten thousand stood,
The bravest of brave CBsar's band,
But not with them, that gallant youth
Gave answer to Che quick command.
Dead, upon red Pharsalia's field,
Where the proud bird of Rome had wept
At fratricidal war, and its horrid watch
The unslumbering jackal fercely kept
They found him. stark and coldlyistill,
And then-vain mcck'ry to the dead!
They set the crown, heros need,
The laurel wreath upon his head
THE SIiILLFUL SERViTOKS.
A IoUsE-CLEANING RHUIE
- For once" he said, in pleading tones.
. pray give heed to me:
Don't work yourself single hour.
Don't even oversee.
Ills naught but nonsense, your idea
That you must be on hand
AT every little tack and turn
Sheer nonsense, understand,
30 let those people you have hired
This dreary cleaning do,
While IN your sunny, cozy room
You rest till it is through.
You will? Say yes before he goes,
Your husband, dear, implores;
Plan and command, but leave the rest
10 skillful servitors."
She promised, with a quizzing smile,
He joyful went away.
And near those skillful seryitors
She never went that day.
And they pulled and hauled and tore
The carpets from the floor,
And rent the rugs in slips,
And splinters knocked and chips
From tables, lounges, chairs;
And cracked the dainty wares
Upon the 6tageres.
The statuettes they hashod,
The picture-frames they smashed,
They streaked the tinted walls,
Blockaded ell the halls,
Broke windows. battered doors,
Those skiilful servitors.
And when he 1nerrily skipped in
From town, as day grew dim.
Oh, what a scene of home gone mad
He found awaiting him!
And while he stood and wildly stared,
She softly, sweetly said:
I've minded you; all day I've staid
Up in my room and read.
And how how DO you think, my love,
They've done without my aid2'
Well" answered he as round his neck
An evicted spider played.
And stumbling DER some bristling tacks,
He fell upon all fours.
81 think that, after all, it's host
To boss these seryitors.''