The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-24

We gambol, never trowing
 The solemn motive that tmpels, | Or whither we are goinR, LAnd men come here to say to me;
 "Liks you, with weird esmmotien, 1 o, little singing hrooklet. we | Are hastcniag to an ocean, | DoSn to vast and misty deep,
 With fiecsing tears aad laughter, We go, nor rest until we sleep l In that profound Hereafter.
 What tides may bear our sonla along What monsters rise appalling
 What distant shores may hear our song | And answer to our calling
 An, who can say through meads and dclls We wander, never knowing
 The awful motive that inpels, 1 Or whithsr VIC are goinR !"
 Fie, 6e," cried the moon, reproach-
 fully "what c sorry song to sing the
 little folks when they want to be merry ]"
 "Yes, indeed" sighed kinky;" |. made
 me feel very sad"
 And l." quoih Heeolo, "had already
 begun to weep"
 "ltis quite right that little folks should
 be blithsome and gay" continued the
 moon, howning upon the brook, "ba,
 this mournful melody has cast cloud
 over us all"
 Speaking of mournful things" said q
 toadstool which grew by the brook, Ire
 minds me of the ballad of The Bingo
 Bird and the DoodIedoo.' am an in-
 different vocalist. but if you would like to
 hear this strange narrative, will give h
 you gladly"
 The lambkins and elves said they
 would be glad to hear the song if 1t were
 not too melancholie, and forthwith the
 toadstool, having borrowed the cricket's
 tuning fork, pitched his voice in the
 proper key and sang as follows:
 THE DISMAL DOLE or THE DooDLEuoo.
 4 bingo bird once nes,ed her nest On the lissom bough Of an O yeW, Hard by burTow that was poaaessd or fa drsar and dismal doodiedo | Eftsoons this doodledoo deserted The blithe and beautiful bingo bird | He vowed he d woo her 10 be his bride With many sleek and winSome word. Oh, doo oh, doc !" sang th1 doodledoo To the bingo bird In the yarrish ysw.
 Now a churliSh ehh was the bingo bitd, Though her plumeS were plumes of eardi. nal hue, And she smitheTed a Amirh whenever she heard
 The tedious yawp of the doodiedoo, | Which had a sting al the end Of his tall
 And lived in q tarn of sedge and brakes | On the murky brink of . gfuesoms swail. Oh, doc oh, doc '" moaped the doodl1doo, As dimmer and danker each day he grew. | New, when this doodledo beheld The snalE go ooing tho bingo bird, i With enviouS rancoT his boAom a~elled-- Ms soul with bitter rsmorse was stirred. | And hubdub said to the doodledoo, "The subtitle snaix isn't totlnR aquare- | l tell no tilcs--bui if were you, | I'd stop his eourting the bingo far | Aye, marry, come up, I'd fain lmbfue, III were only doodledoo "' | These burning words which the Aubdub said InHamed the reptiles tortured soul | Till the bfisiles rose on his iivid head, And his sIimy tongue began for 10 roll His skin turned red and his fangs turned i black
 | And his eyes exuded A pool Of tears, | And the scales stood up on his boDy back, And fire ooEed out Of his nose and safsl | Oh. he was a terrible sight 10 view | This herce and vengeful doodledoo The very next morn, as thr bingo bird l Was nursing her baby bingoes ihrrr
 She gave A start, for she plainly heard An ominoas sound at the foot of the tree ! Her keen eye iit on the grueSome brakes, From whence proceeded the hullAballoo- And, To and behold twas the subtitle snaix, | Busy al work with the doodle 1oo. 1 Boo hoo boo-booi he9 the feafhers Bew.
 When the sna!x iDbrued with the doodedoo [
 They foagh. and scratched. and they si, asd bled,
 Dispensing gore and their yitais, too,
 And never paasiag till both were dead The subtitle snaix and the doodledoo And the bingo bird--shs didnt rtind, | But giving her shoulders a cafsleas shrug, She went the way of her female kind, | And strsighsway welded inc strsddssHS < ! And there was nobody ieit 10 rue The doom Of the snaiS and the d0odlsdoo- | Unless, mAyhap. Twas the yew.
 "What silly verses" exclaimed the
 Trosty star eyes.
 "They do very well for toadstocl," "
 quosA the moon "snd they repeat 2
 sesy common experience. too. But per-
 haps you are too young yef to undeYstand
 the philosophy oi even the toadstool
 muse.s
 ~ know a little love story" said the
 violet please let me tell it to you" THE vioLET's STORY. 1 Here died robin in the sprisg. And when he Eustered down Co me, tried 10 blad his broken wiss. And soOshr his dying agony. loved shs wounded iissle bird l And, though my heart way full 10 bfsak, loved in siIeacs--se'er word Of that dear, hopeless love l spake. ssw his old companions bring Their fuaerAl tributes to this dell; si But, when they weaf, stayed to sing The love had not dared t0 tell l So, whiie the iitfie robin sleeps, The sorowing violet bides above: 9s l And stsii she sIsEs, as stiil she wsepe, 4 requiem 10 bes buried love. 1 "Come, come !" cTisd fhs lamb Kinky; 1 it is tine for = to seast beck. Remsm- Der, the Eut q us home is to bs re~asded
 with shrse whits cissex blsssomsp P Rccclc and the other elves secused t
 vesy Hght hold on the fleece of theaF
 iszshkss aed said shsy wsge ready.
 Then the solemn old toadstooI gave the L. sl