The evening times., 1895-08-20
Love ut the Door.


When at thy door 1--we pleaos his cause,
Open, nor give him pain;
Wounded, he weeps; and may not pause
At thy hearts door again.
Detroit Free Press.
vespers.
leave the city behind me,
Shaking its dust from my feet;
Leaving its thunder and roar of trade
i haste to the covert sweet,
Where from dusk of the elm-boughs' arch
ing,
As in long cathedrals dim.
Through the hush of the lingering twi.
light
The thrushes sing a hymn.
In the town, where hurry and hustle,
And squalor and Sin were there.
And the trail of the worship OF mammon,
And the wearisome burden OF care.
In the fields are silence and perfume,
And one might kneel and pray,
In the calm and cloistered forest
At the tender fail of the day.
The birds GO flying bomeward
To the nest in the tree-tops dim,
And the vespers die into stiffness:
The thrush has finished his hymn.
Oil beautiful lanes, love you,
AS you skirt the babbling brooks,
As you seek to the foot of the mountain,
As you find the hidden nooks,
Where the ferns in great. green masses
The edge of the swanp1and rim,
Where linger till stars awake above,
And the thrushes sing their hymn.
-Harper's Bazar.
Forbearance.
The woman at the mouse became
So scared she could not stir,
Whereat the mouse remarked: "Oh, I
Won't do thing to her,
And, insofar, we beg to say,
AS any one has heard,
The mouse has never yet been known
To violate his word
Boston Herald
Consolation.
Waking. dreamed, and deemed my vision
true;
Waking, 1 dreamed OF love which never
dies;
All, rapturousiy blessed ali things knew
And felt the blessing OF the earth and
skies;
TIL DER my daydream sank nights de-
spair, g,
A sleepIess night of misery and care.
That yelled with tears the vision from
mine eyes.
Waking, dream no more, yet needs must
sing,
For when the day Is fed with sunset feet,
Across the pillow Of my couch fling
My tangled locks, and gladly nighttime
greet
I sigh for Joy and close mine aching eyes,
And sleeping, dream OF love which never
dies;
And sleeping. dream, and deem my vision
truei
Thus consolation lights grier's blinded
eyes
New York Times
Utflifarian.
The summer girl for the seashore leaves,
With no trunk or box to bother,
For her bathing suits tucked I'm one of her
sleeves,
And her ball dress In the other.
Puck.
Two Summer Girls.
Cynthia con,es equipped to the fight
With ten trunks In line, and an English
maid;
Her gowns are dreams OF q pure delight.
And her gloves just match thenl-soft
shade, for shade.
All things are fit and quite au fait-
Save her poor little heart, that beats too
fast.
VIII victory this time, crown the dav.
And perch on her maiden flag ut last7
Phyllis conses as a iooker-OD
To this matrimonial field of strife;
In sailor hat and 4 gown OF lawn,
And beautiful, flesh abundant life:
And men kneel down 10 her russet shoe
And fly To answer her slightest call;
But she does not care what they say OK do--
She Is having lovely tin,e-that's all
{, Back tn the town In sore defeat,
Does luckless Cynthia make retreat.
'Tis Phyllis, the wild, unwilling thing.
Idle and fickie. who wears the nnx. f.
Puck 6
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No Hope foe Him.
Brooklyr Nanuoyfuny live invited Gim-
snD todins with ~ tonight and he Kcon,ing.