Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-11-15
stoadfast and loyal devotion. It ocears

J As mammals does through mine. With her household cares, with the financial question always present to worry her, with her children 10 bring up and clothe and educate, Mrs. Field has had no time to devote to literature and was content to bask ill the light of her husbands fame. But if by any chance her private correspondence Is ever given to the world it will reveal a depth of feeling and a power of expres sion of which some of tho foremost women writers of America might envy her the possession
 My Playmatesp was written only shortly before his death
 MY ELIMINATES. The wind comes whispering to me of the coun-
 try green and cool, Of red wing blacEbirds chattering beside It brings me soothing fancies Of the homestead on the hill. And hear the thrushs evening song and the
 robin s morning trill So fall to thinking tendeIly Of those used to
 know Where the sassafras and snakeroet and check
 erberries grow What has become of Ezra Marsh who lived on
 Bakers hill? And what's become of Noble Pratt, whose
 father kept the mill? And what's become of Lizzie Crum and Anas-
 tasia Shell, And of Roxie Root, who tended school in Bos.
 ton for spell? They were the boys and they the girls who
 shared my youthful play. They do not answer to my call. My play
 mates, where are they? What has become of Levi and his little brother
 Joe
 Who lived next door to where We lived some
 forty years ago? I'd like to see the Newton boys and Quincy
 Adams Brown And Hepsy Hall and Ella Cowles who spelled
 the whole school down, And Oracle Smith, the Cutler boys, Leander
 Snow and all, Who, l am sure, would answer could they only
 hear my call. I'd like to see Bill Warner and the Conlzey boys
 again And talk about the times we used to wish that
 we were men, And one, shall not name her, could see her
 gentle face And hear her girlish treble in this distant,
 lonely place! The flowers and hopes of springtime they per
 ished long ago, And the garden where they blossomed is white
 with winter snow. 0 eottage meath the naples, have you seen
 those girls and boys That but little while ago made, oh, such
 pleasant noise? 0 trees and hills and brooks and lanes and
 meadows, do you know Where I shall find my little friends of forty
 years ago? You see, Pm old and weary, and I've travelled
 long and far I am looking for my playmates. I wonder
 were they arel
 He took especial delight i'll his ehil- dren, and was forever writing for them and of them. A poem, which came out recently ill his 'Sharps and Flats" col umn i'll the Chicago Record, evidences the tenderness of his affection for his family It is entitled s.The Dreanls:'' Two dreams came down to earth one night
 From the realm of mist and dew
 One was a dream of the old, old days,
 And one was dream of the new
 One was dream of shady lane 1 That led to the picl1erel pond,
 Where the willows and rushes bowed them
 selves
 To the brown old hills beyond.
 And the people that peopled the old time
 dream
 We're pleasant and fair to sec,
 And the dreamer he walked with them again
 As often of old walked he.
 Oh, cool was the wind in the shady lane
 That tangled his curly hair! l Oh, sweet was the music the robins made l To the springtime everywherel Was it the dew the dream had brought
 From wonder midnight skies, Or was it tears from the dear, dead years That lay in the dreamers eyes? The other dream ran fast and free As the moon benignly shed Her golden grace on the smiling face I In the little trundle bed. For twas dream of times to come, Of the glorious noon of day,
 Of the summer that follows the careless spring,
 When tho child is done with play. i And twas dream of the busy world 1 Where valorous deeds are done,
 Of battles fought ill the cause of right, And of victories nobly won.
 It breathed no breath of the dear old home
 And the quiet joys of youth;
 It gave no glimpse of the good old friends
 Or the old time faith and truth. But twas dream of youthful hopes,
 And fast and free it ran, And it told to a little sleeping child Of boy become man!
 These were the dreams that came one night To earth from yonder sky;
 These were the dreams two dreamers
 dreamed My little boy and I. And in our hearts my boy and We're glad that it was so; He loved to dream of days to come,
 And of long ago.
 So from our dreams my boy and 1 Unwillingly awoke.
 But neither of his precious dream Urto the other spoke
 Yet of the love we bore those dreams
 Gave each his tender sign,
 For there was triumph in his eyes And there were tears in minel