Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-21
THE WATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT. MONDAY. OCTOB1
q CRisT OF GOOD VERSE.

VAl0d1otion and Salutatt0n. rewell, dear, vanished summeri rare and fleet tn been the fragrance of thy Hitting feet; ! 7 grand orchestral service brief but strong rushing orator1o of song. , loved thee much, but would not call thee back P all the verdure in thy sunny track. ou art no specter of tho ''might have been." t flying Hebe of the wine brought in- furnish festival that now awaits 6 swinging of the Autumn's . topaz gates. Q floods thy gardens with her gold and tan, r forests flower upon broader plan 50 whom life's meridian Is passed, arRer pattern in tho loom is east; place of beauty that was debonair ere lifts . grandeur girt about with prayer.
 Emily c. Alden, in Advance.
 Fast Asleep. Backward and forward the rocker zoos, Waiting tho baby to swoet repose; Close by the cradle the mother croons Lullaby, rock-a-byo nursery tunes; Dreamily singing she patiently tries Sleep to bring to the baby's eyes. Minute by minute tho evening Hits, Still fin tho chair she drowsily sits; Soothing and rubbing the aching gums, Longing for slumbef that never comes; Rocking the baby that frettully lies, Filling tho room with It's nervous cries. Weary with watching the mother sings. Wooing the god with the leaden wings; Softer and softer tho ditty grows, Now tho little ones eyelids close; Sinking at last into dreamland deop- Mother end baby arc fast asleep.
 Sam T. Clover, in Chicago Herald
 Autumn Leaves. The melancholy days have como Of which tue poets sings, Of wailing winds and naked woods, And other eheerfu1 thineA The rob.a from the glen has down, And there AattIdo Now tosuns in quest of autumn leaves To press and put away. These in the sere, to schoolgirls dear, Arc found where'er ono looks, On hill, in vale, in wood. tn held- But mostly in my books. nItake up the Unabridged
 Some curious word to scan, RA1N leaves are sped of green and rod, Or maybe black and tan. And, too. from delf, on every shelf From pictures On the wall, Avtumn4l leaves descend in sheaves- With them 'tis always fall Ol autumn leaves, rare autumn leavesl Not rare. alas! incoers- Tho wild wood strew au seasons through, But not ailparior hoorsl For now know solemn truth
 1dtd suspect before These leaves that autumn branches boar Arc An autumnal bore.
 John Paul
 Shopping. She bade tho weary clerk talke down The silks and satins rare; Methought she fain would buy 6 gown Of price beyond compare. Rare stutfs from India's distant shore she ordered to appear, With cloth of gold from Singapore And shawls from far Cashmere. Tpe marts of France she bade them seek For finest silken hose; And faces that were an antique
 She caused them to disclose She looked Ut theso two hours or moro; Theu shook her pretty head, Meandered to another store
 And bought a spool of thread.
 George Leroy, in America.
 Growing Old. hey call 1t "go.hg down tho hill when VIC are growing old, nd speak with mournful accents when oul tale h nearly told; hoy sigh when talking of the past tho days that used to be, Is If the future were not bright with lmmor tality. ut 1t ts not going down-'tis climbing h,gt and higher. Inth we almost see the mountains that oul souls desire; or if the natural eye grows dim, 1t IS but din to earth, While tho eye of faith grows keener to discer, the Saviour's worth. vho would exchange for shooting blade, tn, waving, golden gralhf 'r when the corn Is fully ripe, would wish i green aeainf nd who would wish the hoary head, found i, the way of truth, b be again eneircled with the sunny locks o youthf 'or. though iu truth the outward man mus perish and decay, Tho inward man shall be renewed by grae from dny to day; .hose who are planted by tho Lord, unshnkol in their root, |han in their old age flourish and bring foztl their choicest fruit. { is not years that make mon old; the sp,ri may be young, Though fully three score years and tep tn wheels of life have run; aod has Rimself recorded. in His blesse
 Word of Truth, That they who wait upon tho Lord, they shal
 cen renew their youth. Ind when the eyes now dim shall open to bs
 hold the Hing. Ind esrs now dull with age shal hear tn
 harps of Heaven ring Ind on tho head now hoary shall be place.
 the crown of gold, Then shall be known tho lasting joy of move
 growing old.
 Christian At Work.
 Ladies and Wom0n. The saleslady shines in silken attire, Tho ptfoe Of scsnt comfort and long.hoafde
 hire: Tho chsmber-maid lady ia garments of whit And Etbbona of scarlet appeals to tho sight; The elveat of plushes tho cook-lady shows, AAd Alls Qp the sidewalk wherever she goel Add even the wAsh-lady proudly step1 by h vefveteen rufaes that stArtle tho eye; Whit tho woman they wait upon goes abor
 town ln plain little, brown little. sa,lor.mad
 6own-
 -Mrs. George Archibald, in Judge.