The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1895-03-08

among which were, the 'Divina CONNIE
dia" painted by many master hand, fair
Madonnas and the Child, the great picture
of The Siege of Kazan" and the 1.-TWO
Angels" of life and death.
In the studio of the sculptor sGaspar
Becerra' they saw two. beautiful mortu-
airy marbles destined for their native land.
The statue..o of The. Angel and the Child"
the angel guarding and THE Child Asleep
for The Jewish Cemetery at Newport"
the other, bearing simply an inscription
ITO Child to beplaced In the Church
yard at Cambridge
From the ruins of the Coliseum the
voices of dying Gladiators seemed again
to shout aloud the "Morituri Salutamus"
And with The Ghosts" of the illustrious
dead The Haunted Houses" of historic
Rome were thronged again.
They climbed the heights of Mount
Vesuvius, and Evangeline, overcome with
"Weariness,' they whiled away "a Dav
by the Sea" at its feet, which the waves
bathed as gently as though it were the feet
of "Amalti"
Across to Sicily they went, where dis
tant Etna, meath which "Enceladus" lay
asleep, seemed to The Castle Builder "a
Mount Olympus" At eve, in cottage
"By the Seaside" with THE Sound of the
Sea- breaking softly in their ears, they
listened to ''The Sicilian's Tale" of King
Robert of Sicily" and the wrongs righted
at the ringing of ''The Bells of Atri," to
the story of the monk of "Casal- Maggi-
ore" and "Torquemada."
The white wings of a felucca waited
them to sunny France. Slowly they
their way northward through the
great flower gardens of the south, till they
reached Paris, where they fingered many
weeks; and under the ciceronage of their
friend, "The Baron of St. Castine," ex-
plored beautiful palaces, the triumph of
the builders art, reveled in the treasures of
The Louvre, roamed among the tombs of
The mighty dead, noting here the sculp-
,ured "Flower-de-Luce,' there, the tomb
If great ''Charlemagne" and that raised
To Cardinal Richelieu'
In silence they stood looking at the
Seine. How often The Fugitive from
home and honor, driven by "Remorse,'
lad found in its muddy waters "A Name
ess Grave Pointed out to them by
The Norman Baron was the spot, res
,ued from oblivion by the tragedy of
The Blind Girl of Castillo Guile"
FLIGHT THE THIRD"
Once more our travellers take flight and
IN board a mighty vessel wing their way
across the waters How dear the thought
Of The Native Land to those who have
approach to land, "a Little Bird in the
Air" which sought refuge in the ship, its
strength well nigh spent, and for a day or
two The Bird and the Ship sped on to-
gether
joyful indeed was The Meeting" be-
tween father and daughter. Once more
The current of their lives flowed in the
same channel and together they lived over
sncl TdNclS ny tIc L ucSltlc
PLIGHT THE FOURTH.
Changed are these Friends of Mine
since first me met them. Sturdy children
cluster around the hearthstone, the delight
father now old and blind, the pride of their
nurse "Priscilla;" a Quadroon Girl
who poured into their willing ears many Il
strange tale of The Slave in the Dismal
swamp" The Slave Singing at Mid
hight" and The Slaves Dream" -
AS twilight throws her mantle DER the
earth the family assemblies, the little Be
.trice" on grandfathers knee, playing with
yife's pictured face, ''The Two Locks of
Hair" that were waited to him from over
seas The Children's Hour is enlivened
with the recitation of their mothers favor
tie poems, "A Psalm of Life" The Spin
ng Wheel" The Hanging of the Crane"
The Son of the Evening STAR extracts
rom "The Spanish Cancioneros" and
'Epimetheus" and many story of for
eign lands.
"LENvOI.'
Gone are the bright days of Autumn
and the winter is at hand. AS "The Wind
over the Chimney shrieks and walls, Mr..
Claiming, who now lives much in the
Shadow land of long ago, in fancy
hears again The Bells of Lynn" and The
Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethle-
hem" Patient as Blind Bartimeus' and
waiting for the coming of the angel
= 'Azrael," filled with wisdom learned on
he tranquil waters of ''Songo River" he
said to Evangeline one day, though in life,
tbs, true, 1T is not always May" and al
ways there must be Something Left Un-
lone" do not regret MY Lost Youth"
[ have reaped rich harvest of joys, and
now in lfe's AFTERMATH l do not COM
PLAIN. My course is nearly run, maybe
Tomorrow" | shall be united in eternity
% my dear Elizabeth Beware" of too
great grief dear child. Swift will be the
7ears, and you, too, shall see our dear Lord
ace to face. And so, triumphant and re-
oicing, he goes to his last sleep.
FINALE"
THE POETS AFTERTHOUGHT."
bad mounted my steed and had ridden him hard
Then fastened him n as thought said the bard,
3ut his bride he slipped NV he LnlOt be found,
lave you seen, have you heard of Pegasus in Pounl