The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-10
- the volee Of - night that broods

And many and many's the time I've
To the darkness brooding far and wide
over the land ana the deep.
Whom do YOU want. lonely night.
That you vail the long hours through
And the night would say in its ghostly
''Yooooooooi
YooOoOOoot
NOoocOOOO"'
! My mother told me long ago
/ tN hen ] was a little lad)
I That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
and then when I was snug in bed,
Whittier I had been sent.
/ With the blankets pulled up round my
head,
/ I'd think of what my mother'd said,
And wonder what boy she meant
Ana who's been bad today I'd ask
OF the wind that hoarseiy blew,
And the voice would say in its meaning
ful way:
YOo0ooOoO!
GooOooOoOr'
That this was true must allow
YOu'n not believe il. though.
( Yes, though I'm quite model. now,
/ was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose YOU make the test.
suppose. when you've been bad some
IND 10 to bed are sent away
From mother ana the rest
Suppose YOU ask, who has been bad?''
And then youll hear what's true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest
''Yoooooooo!
YoOoOoCOOi
Yoooooooow
OLD TIMES, OLD FRIENDS, OLD
LOVE.
There are no DAYS like the good old days
The days when we were youthful.
When humankind were pure of mind,
And speech and deeds We're truthful;
Before love for sordid gold
became mans ruling passion,
And before each dame and maid became
Slave to the tyrant fashion.
There are no girls like the good old girls
Against the world ia stake EN-,
As buXom and smart and clean Of heart
As the Lord knew how to make EN-
They were rich in spirit and common
And piety all supportin';
They could bake and brew, and had taught
And they made such likely courtinl
There are no boys like the good old boye
When We were boys together
When the grass was sweet to the brown
bare feet
That dimpled the laughing heather;
When the pewee sung to the summer dawn
OF the bee in the billOwy clover,
or down by the mill the whippoorwin
Echoed his night song over.
There is no love ike the good old love
The love that mother gave US!
We are old, old men, yet We pine again
For that precious grace-God save US!
So we dream and dream of the good Ole
times,
And our hearts grow tenderer. fonder.
As those dear old dreams bring soothing
CLEANS
OF heaven away off yonder.
THE ROCK-A-BY LADY.
The Rock-a-by Lady from Hushaby street
Comes stealing; comes creeping.
The poppies they hang from her head to
And each has dream that is tiny and
fleet
She bringeth her peoples to you. my
When she fndeth you sleeping.
There is one little dream of a beautiful
"Rub-a-dubr it goeth;
There, is one little dream Of big sugar
plum
And ioi thick and fast the other dreams
OF popguns that bang. and tin tops that
And trumpet that bloweth!
And dollies peep out of those wee little
With laughter and singing;
And boats go a-fioating on silvery
And the stars peek-a-boo with their own
And up, up and up. where the Mother
Moon beams,
The fairies go winging!
Would you dream all these dreams that
are tiny and fleet?
They'll come to you sleeping;
So shut the two eyes that are weary, my
sweet,
For the Rocb-a-by Lady from Hushaby
street,
With, peoples that hang from her head to
her feet
Comes stealing; comes creeping.
LITTLE MISTRESS sANs-MERCI.
Little Mistress Sans erci
Fareth worldwide, fancy free:
Trotteth cooling to and fro
And her cooling is command
Never ruled there yet, / troW,
Mghtier despot in the land
And my heart 1t lieth where
! Mistress Sans-Merci doth fare
Little Mistress Sans-Merci-
| She hath made a slave of mel
| Go" she bddeth, and l GO
! Come, and am fain to come
Never mercy doth she show
BE she wroth or frolicsome
| Yet am l content to be
Slave to Mistress Sans-Merci!
Little Mistress Sans-Merci
| Hath become so dear to me
That | count as passing sweet
! All the pain her moods impart
| And ! bless the little feet
That go trampling on my heart:
All how lonely life would be
But for little Sans-Mercil
| Little Mistress Sans-Merci,
| Cuddle close this night to me-
And the heart, which all day long
| Ruthless thou hast trod upon
| Shall outpour a soothing song
For its best-beloVed one
| All its tenderness for thee,
| Little Mistress Sans-Merci
DO THEI CHALLENGE.
Conduct of Deer That More Than
AstOnished Hunter.
From the Forest and Stream.
Some years since, in company with five
besides myself l was still-hunting deer in
| Arkansas. On the morning we were to
| break camp l shouldered my Winchester
to take a farewell tramp over the grounds
we had hunted for two weeks 1 had
walked about one and half miles, and
was standing near the end of a prairie.
/ Behind me was a very briery slough. I
had been standing several minutes when