The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-09-16

The poet who told Of all this long ago
Left out the one thing we most wish to
know:
What did Maud answer, with graceful
Showing her wise as well as fair?
oh. what was it. proving the maiden no
| fool?
Tell us; Well learn It, teach 1t in school.
Print It in books. say 1t whenever
We meet a judge by spring. lake or river!
Oh, poet, VIII you not gather your dust.
Arise. and tell us, for know 1t we must!
Like whispering. far-away echo. again
Comes the poets answer; 1T might have
been!'
We never shall know 1t in this world!
"Revenons''-
Thank heaven, we can always have mos
moutons!"
Dan Cupid. II seems, had been hid in tree;
The judge fell In love, and so did she!
Now love is madness. At once the phleg-
matte
And middle-aged Judge grew very cratic.
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 mira dig!
The lawyers smiled, but from blame were
The Judge quite forgot to commit for
contempt"
But why dwell on trifes? 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 man thinketh-so he is"
The poet confesses that time and again,
The Judge found his thoughts-where they
shouldn't have been!
lie 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 yearnngs 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.
mo more" of the judge and his Judge
ships ways.
And as for Maud It was really too bad
That a iudve'S marks ShOuld ha LOT
her so sad.
But, alas! No sorrow, no pain, could stop
| her
From INDUCING in thoughts unwise and
improper.
And for her. as for him, the plain truth Il
this.
LAS a man thinketh in his heart-so he is =
What, though many children played round
her door,"
She was thinking. thinking Ger and o'el
OF the one glorious hour when she stood
by the spring.
And His Honor rode up like a prince
nay, king!
And that nothing should mar it. bruise it
or hack 1t.
Kept "her small tin cup" on a 'broidered
bracket!
Her husband. belize, ditched all day in the
sludge,
And 1t hurt him for Maud to moon after q
judge.
No wonder he sulked by the chimney
lug"
Scoldng land grumbllng DER 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
| tion
She was blessed with lively Imagination.
Indeed she possessed quite an alchemists
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 Grcenleaf
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i find no occasion whatever to pity her.
And as for "God pity us allr' why. upon
My word! You will please speak for
yourself, joint!
What happened to you can't be known in
our lives,
But we don't want other folks husbands
and wives!
II 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,
Will an angel dare open that closet door!
I-Leslie's Magazine.
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Extreme Case.
II think my Uncle jerry" said Aunt
Mehitabel, was the contrariest man |
ever saw. l remember of his pickin' up
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