The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-03-28

The poet is an ardent student of his- tory and roads with especial delight ev- erJrn1nE pertaining to the war betWeeh tne states. His father had many wnite trends in this struggle and the ratner mas taught the son to look on lne men .rss wno wore the grey with veneration. me following ode proves the harvest reaped rom this sowing: SEVEN SCENES OF LOVE AND WAR. I Scene 1. The gong of fate had changed for civil strife,
 And sorrow reigned supreme OCT all the !. land, With sounds of drum and hooi. the air From Mexic's Gulf to can'da's chilly strand: The brave were bidding farewell to the fair,
 Then mounting fiery chargers, drawing reins, And dashing onward-switt as shafts through air
 To drain the crimson from frate:nal veins. brave Adonis. clothed in Southern gray. With brightly gleaming sword and
 martial grace, Beside his radiant Venus, trod the way | From mansion steps to steed, fin fun They reached the gatc-caressed and said farewell
 Each mutely asking, Shall we meet again?' He mounted. and her crystal tear-drOps Then lord and groom rode off in haste and pain. | Scene III. 'Twast nfght-and from above the silvery moon
 Bathed in her mellow light. the busy
 camp; All toiled. none slept though past noc- And he sat writing by small, dim l lamp:
 At dawn the fight begins" the soldier penned, 'Will write you fully, afterwards
 Your own" Morn came; they fought; but at the bat He could not write-his liberty had
 flown.
 Scene W. Out in the sweet magnolia a-scented afr. Enrobed in white, with pale and anx-
 ious face, A lovely blue-eyed girl with raven hair Trod up and down the lawn. with rest | less pace; The sound of hoof- beats reached her lis-
 thing ear.
 She ran to meet the servant with the | mail She sought what she had sought for OCT a. year,
 But twas not there-her cheeks grew deathly pale. | Scene " Within a gloomy cell. fin scant array, The lustre of his eyes by grief bedim- med, Beseiged by hunger-there a ghost, he lay
 With locks and beard disheveled and untrtmmed: As day by day he watched his master fade, s-r.
 The faithfula sombre slave. with tear full eyes, Grief-stricken that he could not render aid,
 Stood by and filled the dungeon with his sighs. | Scene VI. The tolling church bell blent its mourn ful chimes 1 With wintry winds which sighed through leafiess bowers, The flowers were dead. the birds in warm She. too, was dead. most fair of all the | flowers: And just as free as flowers from stain of | sin.
 Was she who with them breathed her latest breath: But much unlike her fragrant floral kin, ! Not wint0F'a kiss btlt grief had caused
 her death. l Scene VII. War ceased. She sun was near Its wes-
 tern goal,
 And master leaning on his former Each faint alike in body, mind and soul Within the quiet churchyard sought her
 grave: The sun retired; the moon refulgent rose. And viewed the lovers corpse-with 1 near 1t there, Close by the tomb, his friend in kneeling
 pose,
 With ebon face and hands upraised in
 prayer Paradoxical as it may seem. Mccall has written a poem of depth and unusually clever execution on the power of ocular discernment over the inner feelings of | man. when ne coulo see, ne was ever close observer and the following verses are in reality recoIlections:
 THE TELL-TALE FACE. The face is but a mystic veil of glass. Through which the spirits ev'ry chang l ing mien
 Doth show as plainly as do Times swift
 feet,
 Which fly beneath the clocks clear
 crystal screen.
  Whenever pleasure pain. despair or hope, Objection, gladness, sorrow. joy or care, Essay as guests int0 the human heart, The tell-tale faceVproclaims that they