Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-19
PICKED PRESS POEMS.

PICKED PRESS POEMS.
 In October. Now whither has vanished the drenching |
 dew! This morning the grass was powdered white | With 0 radiant silvery dust and we knew Jack Frost had como in the night. And where is the warmth of the glowing dayf There's D bracing snap in the sunny air. Till you feel you could walk ten miles And
 away And have strength enough and to spare There are red-faced apples and russet brown That, ripened slow in the summer heat Now, loosed by tho frost come clattering
 down;
 And the smell Of the grapes is sweet. Last night tho horrd, the grinning facc Of q jaclz.o' lantern was first revoa!ed; And of pies for dinner we nte Q brace The pumpkins are ripe in the field. All through the meadows the trees stan
 proud In colors that match with the autumn sky; And down the street there's rustic loud, Where the leaves are piled knee high. Bonfires blaze and crackle and shine, Till tho gathering faces all but toast; But never did any thing taste so fiuo As the apples and corn they roast Nuts and cider and husking-bees; Work a-plenty and loads of fun; New-nade honey. Well, I-ty 'ts When golden Octobers done!
 Emma A. Opper, in Golden Days.
 A Song.
 Afar on the painless prairies
 The rnrest of flowers abound. And in the dark caves of the valleys
 There is wealth that will never be found. So there are sweet songs in the silence
 That never will melt into sound Tho twilight illumines her banners
 With colors no artist can teach,
 And aloft in the clouds there are sermons Too mighty for mortals to preach. So life has it's lovely ideals Too lofty for language to reach. Afar on the sea there's music .. That the shore never knows in its rest And in the green de pths of the forest There are choirs that carol unblest So deep in the heart there's cadence And music that's never expressed. Larry Chittenden, in N Y. Mail and Express Caught Behind tho Bat. Iwent to see game of ball. A Acommon scrub affa.r, To pass away an idle hour l And dissipate dull care; Watched the gamo Q little while And then-oh woful flat On being urged to take hand caught behind the bat.
 The balls came in both fast and hot 1 But in my boundless zeal Icounted not their rate of speed l Nor seemed their warmth to feel.
 But suddenly wicked foul | Concussed me meath the hat 1 Thought it was Q cannon ball I'd caught behind the bat
 The healing power of time has soothed | The pain ot that event,
 And to my store of wisdom has ! larger measure lent; Inever moro will play baseball, l My minds made up on that! | I'll wager that I'll neer again l Be caught behind the bat | Frank B. Welch, in Detroit Free Press. | A Lovers Plea. l Across the gloom the gray moth speeds To taste the midnight brew;
 The drowsy lilies tell their beads
 On rosaries of dew.
 The stars seem kind, l And cen the wind | Hath pity for my woes. l An! must sue in vain, ma belle? I Say no, Mignon, say no!
 Ere long the dawn will come to break l The web of darkness through;
 Let not my heart unanswered acho
 That boats alone for you.
 Your easement opa
 And hid me hope; Give me one smile to bless. A word will ease my pain, ma bellel . Say yes, Mignon, say yes!
 Samuel Minturn Peck An Autumn Night Night brings with her Q breeding chill,
 As hastening OCT the eastern hill She softly comes to chase away , The tiresome tumult of the day.
 To sleep you sink-oh! blissful rest, or all our earthly pleasures best.
 When Earth, with sable curtains drawn, Admits gray-hearded, halting Dawn, 'Tis then that from your bed you rise I And stand and shiver in surprise = To find that by some means unknown s The atmosphere has colder grown. 8 You strike a hickering, blinding light
 Then seek the closet-useless quite;
 The mattress then you ra,se on high
 And drop again, with weary sigh. You hurry through the house, but come Back to your chamber. cold and glum. @ You don your clothes against your wilL . Compelled by the increasing chill. }. The question still returns, unbid, |. Where are those extra covers hidf !, Washington Capita PADS AND FASHIONS.