Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-30
A "CYCLE,, OF TEE SEASONS.


TO help me up. TITS nothing That's way
We have Of stopping, sometimes Twas your
40, nol-I don't mean that, exactly, miss
THANK you.-Oh, don't mind my dusty clothesi
I'm truly sorry, SIR
Twas not your fault
should have seen the wretched nut instead
OF looking-weIi, to speak the truth-at you
think I'm all right now. What lovely h0wersi
Anemones?
They are fine specimens:
always seek them when the bright days come,
They are so pure and spOtleSS, and so shy,
And peep so timidly from out the grass:
They always seem to brighten, gladden life.
As pure and spotless as a sweet maids thoughts
Please, may have one as souvenir
They're early, aren't they7
tLooking kno,cfrag'y at companfon} Yes. It
That every thing Is Jo,-card, sir, this spring.
q goodly hit. would knew her name)
1Tattag The fo,oer and looking into her Jacel
So fair and dainty! ThanksI
You were not hurt. Come, Nellie, let us 60;
IT'S growing late. Good afternOonl
Why, I'm going that way. too. (Confound the
I'm tired Of riding Ifmy company
Will aot annoy you, and you don't object,
III walk along. ThereI-let me take the flowers.
SUMMER
Heavensl how you frightened mel Those awful
Glide by 80 silently one never knows
They're coming till they're gone.
Excuse me. miss
Iwoula have spoken had thought twas you
What are you doing here9
A pathway through q whortleoerry field,
1t seems to me, Is not the place to ride
As tricky steed as yours.
Oh, as to that,
To test my nerve and skill Gle number two)
Besides, I'm fond OF berries
Help yourself;
Or, shall pick you sonnet
Thanksl-if you please
Row sweet you are-I mean they areI How
That we should meet again 80 far from homel
TITS rather strange. often come out here
When Mr. May can spare an afternoon
You know Fred May. of course. He's Just down
Beyond the clump of alders
We're not acquainted {And don't wish to be)
Next week the golden rod will be In bloom
And then were coming
,, Golden rod. you saldl
hate all pellO,o flowers daisy, now,
AWlIa red rOSe-Or-an anemOne-
But faded memories OF May and June4
Dead emolems OF the past. Fred often laughs
But sweetest those in season
10 waste so much time on a SHY girl
he
Sen-Sacrfcing, truly-and the world
foor fool! might have known as much before}
picks up his tcheel, lchfch has been bring agataSt
the 6uSieS)
What going so soon: I'll speak to Mr. Mayi
go, thanks! some other tme-I shall be late
I've fingered now toe long, and had NO thought
VI stopping ere We met so suddenly.
Ehe golden rod Will be In bloom next week
Oh, pardoni forgot
lko,a.tino TIE ,eheel) Gvod-by.
lTn7sta9 her face to hide q smiley Good-by.
AUTUMN
Good afternoon, If pony nr won't take fright
Ill ride with you mile.
Or, no: he's used TO wheelmen. Mr.. French.
My friend, Miss Nellie Clark. You've met before
He
tBoscfng poltelu)
Oh, yes; six months or so ago
We're coming to some dreadful ruts
(IuattS Oet the phHt0is, gtitJ him half the rodd}
are lovely now, think never knew
The autumn leaves SO richly tinted. SeeI
Is not that maple gorgeousf MT French.
We're only going about mile beyond
Ile Old mill We should like your company,
III you nave leisure.
Thank you. II the horse
Won't mind the wheel so long wiz accept.
Ered says the ferns are splendid at the mills
think you've met Fred Nay
YeS-no-that is
Oh, n member: Poor Fred had to stay
IN town this afternoon
f1hank Heapenl say ~
lnoeedf How you must miss himi II you win
Play I'm Fred May for just one afternoon,
III wade about IN all the cat-taii SwampS,
Ana climb the trees for leaves; III gather ferns,
And II there's one poor, summer flower alive
Ill try TO be 3" tn season"
Tbe seasons past for summer noWera and now
But brown and withered leaves streW all the
neldS.
Il wonder II she meant all that for ma
n 4 IN lnvo do~A 1oav