New-York tribune., 1897-08-16

President General Of the T. s. S. have sent by
to-day's mail greeting to Miss Mary A. Wils'
Chelsea VI have also written her "A letter ana
send her papers from time to time. She ac-
knowleiges the papers By sending postal card.
and she expresses herself kindly for them
that it gives me great pleasure. have sent two
packages OF reading matter to Mrs. Anna clark,
Weaversville Buncombe County n C.. at the re-
quest OF a member of the T. :. S-the one. sup
pose from whom received a postal giving me her
address / wrote you would send my Womans
Pages to Miss Grace Makinson Nebraska. | have
done so. In to-day's paper ! notice that MIS- Mrs o =,
J. b. of East Orange is also sending tn"H' nn caO TO
mention that | may send mine to who does not
take The Tribune. so she too can ENJOY the pleas
ant and interesting sheet? | have mailed some
pages TO Miss Eliza C. Knapp. of Somerville. n. ).
also.
to try to do good to others. VIII Miss Tracy send
pattern and also the quantity OF material ior max
ing "A" '"V"'' wrap VII Mrs. "Ts, r! D. BALDWIN
No. Hardenbergh-st New Brunswick, \. j.
You are a most helpful, sunny member. and the
appreciated by those who have benefited by IT,
smd Sn 1T 6o Fren fbsne to to Mrs Mnev Young
i.334 York-st, Denver. Col, who Is now dividihs
Tribune among four people.
President-General of the r S. S: When We held
converse meath the shadow OF old Mount Tor
where Hudson's waters flow you asked me 10 write
a poem for the Sunshine column. send you a
little 'rhymelet" May IT tind favor win the
EVENING.
Evening her misty veil had flung
Over earth sea and sky:
Nature her vesper hymn had sung.
Day was about to die
Flowers their beautiful heads bent down.
Flinging their incense afar;
Night had assumed her regal crown
The crescent decked with the star
Zephyrs are whispering beautiful things
Time t'0 the he' old hypocrite hiding his wings.
Flirs with the gay young hours
our Father who art in heaven.
List TO my evening prayer;
oh. be my daily sins forgiven.
on Thee cast all care.
And when my evening Of life has come.
And | lay me down to die.
Bid Thy Angel Of Death bear my spirit home
To Thy beautiful world on high
am wearing your badge meath that OF Soro-
sis. and will give 1t the second place in my heart
and on my breast. Yours truly.
MARGARET RAVENU1LL
West Iavers;raw.
HELEN OF TROY.
As I sit in my hammered sanctum.
With the buzZng Of work In my ear.
There are many feet that come TO my door
With errards both strlnge and queer
The scurlirg feet Of the lazy slouch
The dame with her rustling train
The bOyish tread Of the shoeess feet,
And the step Of the man with cane
The quick. switch" step of the bright young miss
Who comes for ounce OF tea,
The walk OF the man who comes for a smoke
They all familiar 10 me.
There are welcome steps end unwelcome steps.
And steps am Cad 10 hear;
They bring me a moment OF PHEASANT chat,
And leave me a measure of cheer
But the dearest step I'm this pattering throng,
Man maid and barefoot boy.
l. the tiny tread of a gIileless girl
The step Of my Helen Of Troy
She wears a gay little peaked hat,
And a bodice checked with blue,
With Il buttcrcup in either hand.
And "a smell of each for you.
She struggles the steps up one at time.
As | her through the door,
With her chubby hands on the forward sair
And her quick step on the floor.
Like the flushing roses and lilies sweet
She blooms with artl'ss grace;
She the lilies on her breast,
The In her face.
There's music in this little step.
Its notes are all in tune:
II turns sadness into JOY,
December into June
Sent by r. s s member name unknown.