New-York tribune., 1883-11-04

mn. sam don't let your spirits go downf Is my
neshew right Miss Florence 7"
I've put God save the Queen first, believe"
she answered, laughing; but every Dody IN Aus
fralia is fond Of Cheer up, sam,'1
This led to nv aunt asking Miss Hawke to sing TO
which she consented ON CONDITION M 1nat Amea am SANG ~
a small, blythe note, about some merry, merry man
who broke an unfortunate girls heart, and yet con-
tinued very merry n FOL de lolI proving %na' ss T
Hawke after little hesitation, and timid peep az
me with her lovely eyes took her place and Warbled
a ballad. have no recollection of the ayr; 90 not
remember that | gathered what the poetry was was
about but for all that, considered it the diylnest
song had ever heard. Was IL some commonplace
tune were the words of the album-type the Le-
titia Elizabeth Landon and broken heart and DIS,
hevelled ringlets sehoolS Very like very ike Dut
matchess beauty, could have overwhelmed me
with such emotions as those raised In me by Miss
Hawkes. simple pretty voice; the sy y9 gLaceiia5 SSit5
n ring or two on them, trembling like blown snow
flakes which glitter with the sparkle of Ice.crysta
as they moved over the ivory keys, her rleh mar
taking a ruddy tinge of gold from the soft lamp
light the sweetest of little feet ooduetting Win the
protest. when Think of her, Ilong like Werther,
TO take my flowing locks In both hands and pour out
my soul. Dissembling was idle When more & Ihdh H.,
mans heart will hold is poured INTO IT, then, ilke
any other vessel-a hoolpot or u washing tub-lt
viii overflow Twas perfectly sensible that there was
note of something exceedingly like impassisonafeoo afo q
admiration in the thanks / added TO those OF tne
Others for her song, but could not help u. A9na
looked nj me- Sophie AT her mother, and her mother
famed herself. Miss Hawkes. said, you are 700 700
kind, Mr. Seymour, to praise me so warmly; NY
voice is a very poor one +" while my uncle OBJ
served. "I don't know; it looks to me as II jazz JAZZ
had a cultivated taste"-on which gave q WIN
Miss Hawke then somewhat bashfully asked II 1
wv SWbatF before ladies'" thought /. "Neyer", I
told her that nv knowledge of music did not enable
me TO reach to anything higher than wlndiasS
Then give us one of,the old chanteys, nephew"
exclaimed nv uncle; 90 Haul the bowllneH or
'Whiskey Johnny or Run, let the bullgine run 7
Why the mere sound of those old songs takes me
back forty wears; and seem to be standing IN the
lee scuppers up to my neck or holding on wlth my
eyelds as l try to roll up the tore-roya single
However l declined TO sing, and they gave up
pressing me- Tea was brought M an1 we say, ~Iei ~
cups and saucers in our hands, talking variety or
small beer, until Miss Hawke, pulling wateh, Oh
the size of sxpence from her waistband, sald that
il was getting late she must go home; Whereupoh
NV uncle sad he would walk with her TO her house.
and half turned to me in a manner that inade me
hope he was going to ask me to J9ln MN OHt
minutes Jack. Don't go 10 bed. wen nave Cigar
when return" OF course, endeayOred 10 look
satisfied and happy though would len GneeTTy oHf N
given up smoking for month Tor the privilege Vi
hepinp him 10 see Miss Hawke home.
Well presently she came down. dressed, looking
lovely in the lamplight in her bewltchng hat, ana
said Goodnight to us; and | saw my uncle lurking
in the hall with his wideawake on, ana wlsed MN at
Jericho for leaving Inc behind She eiu E9 d foUI OIL
but came back in moment crying ont III her me
lodious way, " Oh, have forgotten flora' "heio
nv ducky Flora
hen and NV cousuS peered about looked under
the sofa and found the old creature snugged up INTO
a ball and snoring like young negro.
Here's FloraS said / dropping on one knee,
meaning to hand the animal out and gallanty place
her in her mistress arms; but the moment that
touched the aged beast, that was eyldentIy very
deaf She staggerd on to her legs, with her tan on
end like an ensign staff ships stern, snapped at
my hand and went reeling under the sofa into the
d. room, backing away and making most horrible
faint barking noise. , . NJ.
"Don't be afraid. Mr.. Seymour" said MISS
Hawke: "she's the sweetest, most harmless, the
dearest old thng-aren't you, Flora :" and she took
the guiverng, grinning terrified, deaf astInnatcaI
old brute her heart and put her lips 10 ine Woh-
then went away for good, giving us all a beautiful
smile as she quilted the room; and sat down win
my aunt and cousins, to chat with them until my
uncle returned