The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1899-10-27
SUN, CECIL COUNTY, Md, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 1899.

Oh. what was it. proving the maiden no
fool2
| Tell us; Well learn it. teach it in school,
Print it in books, say it whenever
| We meet a judge by spring, lake or river!
| Oh, poet! Will you not gather your dust,
Arise, and tell us. for know 1t we must!
Like a whispering, far-away echo, again
| Comes the poets answer: 1T might have
| been"
We never shall know it in this world
"Revenons''-
Thank heaven, we can always have mos
moutons!'
| Dan Cupid, 1t seems, had been hid In tree;
The Judge fell in love, and so did she!
Now, love is a madness. At once the phleg-
matte
And middle-aged judge grew very erratic.
He behaved strangely that same afternoon
| A Judge, holding court. shouldn't hum a
love-tune!
| Such things aren't expected Of gown and
wig,
Such actions are painfully infra dig!
The lawyers smiled. but from blame were
exempt
The judge quite forgot to commit for
contempt"
| But why dwell on trifies? The good mans
head
Was level enough when he came to be wed.
And he afterward proved himself perfectly
sane,
BY wishing that he were free again.
Wisest among wise sayings is this:
LAS a man thin1eth-so he is."
The poet confesses that time and again,
The judge found his thoughts-where they
shouldn't have been!
He had blamed his sisters. proud and
cold,"
And his mother. "vain of her rank and
gold"
Can man be forced by sister or mother,
Loving one woman, to marry another?
No! He bartered his sordid heart for gaud,
And deserves no pity in his yearnings for
Maud.
pity" indeed! He had place and power,
His halls and his wine, his wife and her
dover,
His own "closed heart" that could know
no sorrow-
No care for to-day. no fear for tomorrow.
And so.'' as dear Du Maurier says,
''No more" Of the judge and his judge
ships ways.
And as for Maud: it was really too bad
That the judges remarks should have left
her SO sad.
But. alas! No sorrow, no pain, could stop
her
From indulging in thoughts unwise and
improper
And for her. as for him. the plain truth Is
this,
LAS man thinketh in his heart-so he isr'
What. though many children played round
her door,"
She was thinking, thinking oer and Ger
OF the one glorious hour when she stood
by the spring,
And His Honor rode up like a prince
nay. a king!
And that nothing should mar it, bruise it.,
or hack it,
Kept her small tin cup on a 'broidered
bracket!
Her husband, belize. ditched all day in the
And it hurt him for Maud to moon after a
judge.
NO WOHu6T ne SulheO Dy Il6 chimney
scolding land grumbling o'er pipe and
mug"
He'd have done something more than sulk,
I'm afraid,
Had he known of Maud's dreams in the
apple trees shade!
For, whatever the cares of her lowly sta
ton.
Indeed she possessed quite an alchemist' $
art
In getting such things as were dear to
her heart.
Her wheel to spinnet she easily turned.
Her tallow-dip IAN astral burned"
She had only to visit the meadow lot
In summer, when the sun shone hot,
And presto! back would come again
All the lovely things that might have been.
And loveliest of all herself the bride
OF the grandest judge in the country side!
So. with all respect to John Greenleaf
Whittier,
find no occasion whatever to pity her.
And as for God pity us all?' why, upon
My word! You will please speak for
yourself, John!"
What happened to you can't be known in
our lives,
But we don't want other folks husbands
and wives!
If ever We do, the dread secret shall lie
In our skeleton-closet. deep-hid from the
eye;
And never, not now nor hereafter, be sure,
VIII an angel dare open that closet door!
-Leslie's Magazine.