Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-03-03
THE GATE AJAR.


'ri> sometimes given one to behold
4 glimpse of the city who's" streets of gold
st. John revealed in his vision rare,
In words which spoke II WondrouS 1air.
And It's known that when things :"
wrong
A trusted officer shadows the throng
That dwell whrr" gems in twinkIing &Ier
shed limpi light on the Jasper Sea-.
ST. Peter. growu old and Srrr.
Mu>tnrcds Sir down in tn" armchair near
And his poor old brain, for ages taNr'i.
He r"u,d not. in brief, keep up with the
of tiis gaIl"png, brcathless, half-frrnzi"d
And So It's no wonder, in his ntirm Specl,
He sent the man to heaven. the woman To
hell.
At Satan'S threshold she stood detected;
4 thin worn wreck the furnace reflected;
Too weak To stand. too daZrd to see
His roNal Satanic majesty.
Then Spake the Arch Fiend, with gcStur"
queer.
Cast her forth whence she came: and let
natures economy
Rclcsarp her from her present anatomy:
Now we're told that those in the bottom
less pit
May sometimes look where the patriarchs
And Satan having lived in heaven $" long,
Knew just where to find in that happy
thr"ng
Lay hstless by; his white wings volumes
told:
For they closely folded snoring saint,
So full of amhroSia it made one faint.
The angels played their best, but he
Could sleep lhr"ugh all eternity.
TIL" Arch Firnd laughed and with hNp-
n"tir hold
Led Gabriel to see he'd been Shamc1uilY
sold.
Then watched, as his wont, when he's set
things brewing.
And hoped soon to have. that fat man stew
ing.
Wake up said Gabriel: mo loating here.
It's work. work. work. year after year.
That harp is to play ON, those wings To NJ
On "rranlS of mercy in the sweet by ana
bye.
But the, mans dun gaze bespoke Il shell
In which spark of manhood could dwell.
And Gabriel saw that this wouldn't do,
And The woman had been most Wr"n@"d OF
the two.
The angelic guard stood muSing Tong;
| Ere 'Sraprd Your lips /" cheer Il soul.
| You smoked and sW"rc ana played the rolc
| OF fatunu$ gourmand your shining 1"wl
| Bears tnrSS, and she p"rf"rr". must
And pray for very pity of it, Now swear,
| BY tnis prigh, sword by Michael there,
| Ne'er tore from your scalp a hair Ill her
And sweat for know it, she could cook
without books:
For Your stomach is purfcd past the bounds
of good looks:
| And honestly own that your genial SiniI"
| Oft pa &Srd through her heart. like Il rusty
| file.
If she Snuhb"d YOU AT length, VIII" brought
it to pass:
You started all right with your bonnie lass,
| But you lost your nerve, grew sluggish.
| And as your hair shed her beardlet grew.
| And last. but worst. when your poor wife
felt
That her summons had come, sh" cam" and
knelt
With YOU. Knave. with YOU; and tried her
| To pass YOU in to heavenly rest.
| But when the imp led her away.
| And You were uShpred into endless day.
| No backward glance, no pleading word
| For her lost soul from you WIS heard.
| Now if you'd have said, rs You PASSED
| through.
| My dear old Peter. let her come, too:
| And if she cant SIT quite as high as !
| 'TiS better than sending her there to fry.
| I'd have saved you but now you must 90,
| ShverinG. uuiv"rng. down below:
| And unless som" fate arrest your doom
| You're booked hrnc"forth for Il living
| tomb
The sun was gliding vale and ri
| As man and his wife climbed IinnS hill
| IIe-caSt from heaven, Sh"-lriv"n from
| hell.
Had met once more the old story to tell
| Her face was fair her voice so low
| The husband scarce knew if twer" she or
|
| And his manly grace and martial air
| Stamped them anew. n we'll rh"d pair
| And SO the Scriptures had come 10 pass:
.'rhe last shall be first and the first Shal
be ast.''-Mrs. Edwin G.. Reynolds