He plucked a blossom from the treeThe Judas-tree-and cast Its purple fragrance towards the bride, The signal came, the horses plunged- Lay trampled on the ground. Again the slow years fleeted, But the bride, so fair and blooming, In the gray and misty air, Once more the well-known shield, He looked-was that pale woman, The child, once young and smiling, And paled those trembling lips? What memory of past sorrow, What stab of present pain, Brought that deep look of anguish, The slow dark months crept onward Upon their icy way, Till April broke in showers, And spring smiled forth in May; Upon the apple blossoms The sun shone bright again, The bells tolled slowly, sadly, 'Mid all that homage given To a fluttering heart at rest, Perhaps an honest sorrow Dwelt only in one breast. One by the inn-door standing Watched, with fast-dropping tears, The long procession passing, And thought of bygone years. The boyish, silent homage To child and bride unknown, Kept in his heart alone, Now laid upon the coffin With a purple flower, might be The rest could only see A fragrant purple blossom, ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. THE TRUE STORY OF LITTLE BOY BLUE. LITTLE boy blue, so the story goes, One morning while reading fell fast asleep, When he should have been, as every one knows, Watching the cows and sheep. All of you children remember what Came of the nap on that summer morn; Neglecting a duty is wrong, of course, But I've always felt, if we could but know, I find, in my sifting, that there was one The one to blame I have found to be, ell, Little Bo-Peep came tripping along, Faithfully minding his charge. Said Little Bo-Peep, "It's a burning shame It was dull work, and he liked to play And so, with many a laugh and shout, They hid from each other-now here, now there; And whether the cows were in or out Bo-Peep had never a care. "I will hide once more," said the little maid, 66 Now, wait till I call," said Miss Bo-Peep, With never a thought for cows or sheep- And long and patiently waited he For the blithesome call from her rosy lip. She let down the bars, did Miss Bo Peep- By and by, when they found Boy Blue Thus it has happened that all these years He has borne the blame she ought to share. To tell the story from shore to shore, I like to see justice done. And whatever you've read or seen or heard, Story of Little Boy Blue. CARLOTTA PERRY. |