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MARCH, 1894.
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For Woman’s Work.
DBS AMS AND DISCIPLINE.
To Kenneth.
I dreamt a dream, this afternoon,
Os a face as bright as a rose in June:
While my heart was singing an olden tune,
“Oh! where is my baby gone?’’
And the smiling face of a little elf,
Looking adowu from the mantle-shelf
At me, as I lazily rocked myself,
■aid; “Where is your baby gone?’’
Oh, he was the daintiest, cunningest fellow!
With crimson cheek, like a pear that’s mel
low,
And hair of gleaming strands of yellow;
Our winsome three-year-old.
The spell these tiny faces bring,
Ah, who can paint, or who can sing?
At our feet a nit of heaven they fling,
Then go—and the tale is told.
The nest is empty—the bird has flown;
Fainter and fainter grows memory’s tone,
Till the pictured face remains, alone,
Os our winsome three-year-old.
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I awake from my dream. What a fearful
clatter!
“Rattle-te-bang!” Oh,what is the matter?
A pounding and stamping, with no end of
chatter;
Something is out in the hall.
I arrive on the scene, eight balls, (for croquet)
Are “cows” that are going to pasture away;
The “cows” aren’t disposed in position to
stay.
So refractory is a ball!
Our three-year-old’s gone, with his winsome
tricks;
“What under the sun! stop throwing those
sticks;”
We have in his place a fine boy of six
. Who “perpetual motion” reveals.
Whack! goes the mallet! the “cow” with a
clang,
Strikes on the door “rattle-te-bang!”
I open my lips intent on harangue,
But my mouth with a kiss he seals.
So, with arm around my neck,
This diplomat of six,
Is the victor and
He is still throwing sticks.
Cora ©lover Lyle.
For Woman’s Work.
THE PRINCESS AND ELF-KING.
k HE ELF-KING sat in his golden
halls. Quoth he, “I am lonely here.
I would that I could find a fair and
gentle bride to bear me conjpany.”
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His favorite page, a merry and cunning
elf, overheard the muttered speech of his
master. He drew near, and kneeling,said:
“1 have seen a fair and gentle maiden, oh!
my King, who would be a fitting mate for
thee.”
The Elf-King fixed his bright eyes on
the page. ‘-Who is this maiden ? When
and where didst thou see her ?” he asked.
“She is the daughter ot Prince Alberic,”
replied the Elfin page. “I meet her in the
forest, where she gathers wild flowers, and
on the brown hills, where she goes forth to
hunt the dappled roe. Her princely birth
and glorious beauty make her a fitting
bride, even for an Elf-King. Her tresses
are of silky gold, her eyes blue as the sky
tinted sapphire, her lips are living rubies,
and her voice is soft and sweet as the flow
ot the summer brooklet. She has a kind
heart and a keen wit; her songs would
charm the dullest ear, her smile would
warm the coldest heart, and her presence
would make thy lonely palace into a joy
ful home.”
The Elf-King cast his eyes downward
and pondered on the words of the page.
PART SECOND.
Fair Emma sat on her palfrey, but ere
she rode away, she turned to listen to the
parting words of her ancient nurse, Gun
hilda, who stood beside her, looking pale
and sad. “Sweet Princess, if thou wilt
join the chase to-day, beware of the Elfin
Hill. Do not stop to rest under the Blast
ed Oak, and, oh I be sure not to cross the
Fairy Brook.”
“Have no fears forme, my dear nurse,”
said the Princess, smiling kindly. “Have
no fears for me; Sir Rupert rides beside
me, and I am safe from peril or alarm,
from mortal man or Elfin sprite, with him
for a guardian.”
The color deepened on Sir Rupert’s
cheek, and his heart beat joyfully, but
Gunhilda sighed and shook her head.
With careless laugh and gleeful word,
the merry hunting party rode away, and
the old nurse was left standing alone be
fore the castle gate. She looked after the
retreating band, and sighed again.
“Young heads and young hearts,” mut
tered she. “Why does wisdom never
come to woman until it is too late to profit
by it? I fear me much some evil will be
fall my darling. My dreams last night
were of ill portent. I would that she had
remained at home to-dayl When danger
is abroad, a noble maiden’s safest place is
in her father’s hall. But he is a brave
and loyal Knight who rides beside her.
Ere evil happen to the Princess, Sir
Rupert will be slain.” And, slowly and
sorrowfully, Gunhilda re-entered the cas
tle.
PART THIRD.
“A stag of ten’’ had breathed his last.
The farthest shadows were falling east
ward. For many a mile the gallant stag
had raced over holt and hill, and in the
ardor of the chase, no one noted the way
he took. He died beneath the Blasted
Oak, beside the Fairy Brook. Fair Em
ma, rejecting the knife which the chief
huntsman, kneeling, offered her, sat still
upon her panting steed, and while the
huntsman flung to the eager hounds their
bleeding quarry, she looked carelessly
around. Upon the farther bank of the
brook she espied some object that glittered
in the sun. What could it be? The little
brook was scarcely three paces in width
three stepping stones lay in the
clear water. Forgetful of Gunhilda's
caution, the Princess sprang to the ground,
and bounded lightly across the stream.
A golden carcanet studded with jewels
lay before her. She stooped to seize the
sparkling prize, the earth opened at her
feet, two gigantic arms extended them
selves from the chasm and clasped her
slender form. She swooned with terror,
and downward to the Golden Halls sank
the lady and the Elf-King.
PART FOURTH.
Wild and wonderful was the scene that
met the opening eyes of the lovely cap
tive. She lay on a golden couch; golden
was the lofty roof above her, golden the
polished walls, golden the massive portals,
and golden the gleaming floor. From
golden vases arose the fragrant smoke of
precious gums, and refreshing to the daz
zled sight was the repose afforded by that
misty veil. From the glittering walls
hung pictures of many tinted gems,
wrought by elfin skill, and suspended
from the center of the vaulted ceiling
swung a glorious carbuncle, shedding
around forever, the radiance of a summer
noon, and polished gold and rainbow
gems burned and sparkled in the magic
light.
The Elf-King noted the astonished gaze
of the Princess, as her eyes wandered
from splendor to splendor. “All these
shall be thine, fairest,” he said, “if thou
wilt be my bride.”
“Thy treasures tempt me not,” replied
the Princess. “I better love my father’s
hall, with its dim old tapestry, and its
floors of stone strewed with, rushes or
sprigs of the mountain flr.”
The Elf-King respectfully took the la
dy’s hand in his. “Come see my garden,”
he said, and as he spoke, the portal turned
on its golden hinges, making soft music as
it moved. The garden lay in a valley, en
circled by hills whose tops seemed to sup
port the clouds. And if the hall had been
a wonderful sight, truly the garden was
more wonderful still. The tree trunks were
shaped of silver and gold, the leaves were
of emeralds. Cherries were carved from the
red garnet, citrons from the yellow topaz,
plums were formed of amethyst and chry
soprase, and like drops of frozen wine,
hung clusters of grapes, whose tints display
ed the changeful sheen of the opal. Over a
sparry grotto climbed scarlet trumpet
flowers, and near them for-get-me-nots of
azure bue.The snow berry balls were pearls,
the roses, rubies. For every flower that
blossoms on earth, a jewel sparkled in the
magic garden, and high in the midst of
these floral mockeries, (as different from
real flowers as grandeur is from peace) a
fountain of quicksilver threw its bright rain
into the air.
“All these shall be thine,” said the Elf-
King, “if thou wilt content thyself to tar
ry here.”
“I covet them not,” replied the Prin
cess,“and I could not content myself to
tarry here. I tremble amid these unnatu
ral splendors, the work of Elfish skill. I
better love the breath of the breezy hills,
and the beauty of the forest flowers.”
“ And I will be thine,” said the Elf-
King, throwing himself at her feet. “I
will make thee queen of my broad do
mains, mistress of my treasures, my elves
shall be thy subjects, and toil for thy de
light.”
“I will not tarry;” said the Princess.
“And I never will wed with thee. I seek
not to share the Elfin throne, nor desire to
govern thy Elfin subjects. I had rather
dwell on the dark mountain where Ru
pert’s castle stands.”
The Elf-King was enraged. “Me
thinks,” said he sneeringly, “that
maiden’s pride must soar upon humble
wing, who would stoop to wed a mortal
Knight, when wooed by Elfin-King.”
Red flushed the cheek, bright flushed the
eye ot the insulted maiden, and even the
Elfin-King quailed before her glance of
indignant scorn.
“That mortal Knight was nobly born
and gently bred,” said she. “He would
not stoop to a deed of treachery, nor clasp
an unwilling hand.” She drew down her
WOMAN’S WORK.
veil to hide her tears, and then she wept
without restraint.
PART FIFTH.
Days came and went. Full heavily a
captive’s time goes by. Dim grew fair
Emma’s dark blue eyes, and pale her
blooming cheek. And every day the Elf-
King more dearly prized the noble maiden.
By deep respect and courteous speech he
sought to win her trust; strove to please
with fair and costly gifts, to woo her love
by showing how much he loved her, and
sought to fulfil her every wish, save one, —
for liberty. But still to all bis flattering
words, the Princess made but one reply.
“I pine to see again the flowers of my
native forests, and to breathe again the
upper air.”
“Thy wishes are my bosom’s law, sweet
Princess,” one day replied the Elf-King,
placing at her feet a golden basket filled
with dewy, odorous, living flowers. “Lo!
here are flowers like those that grow in the
garden at thy home. In yonder field I
sowed the seeds, I watched the growth of
the plants, I screened them from heat. I
fenced them from cold, and now the fra
grant blossoms have unfolded, an offering
meet for thee, the fairest flowers of them
all. And weep no more for loneliness;
receive this wand of ivory, touch thy flow
ers with it, and whatsoever shape thou
callest, shall stand before thee.”
“Oh, happy words!” A thought of hope
flashes quickly across her mind, and she
smiles graciously on the enamored Elf-
King. It was the first smile she had ever
vouchsafed him.
“Thy flowers are marvelously fair,’’ she
said. “And well their bright array, if
transformed into shapes of Knights and
Ladies, might grace a royal bridal. Thick
est thou not so?”
The Elf-King assented joyfully.
“Go,” said the Princess, giving him an
other bewildering smile, “go, count how
many flowers there be left in thy garden.
But look that thou bring the number tru
ly, or seek no grace from me.”
Quick went the hope-deluded love to do
the lady’s bidding. Left alone, she grasp
ed the wand, she touched a flower; a
bird sprang from the opening petals, and
fluttered around her.
“Hasten, dear bird, fly to Sir Rupert.
Tell him that Emma is faithful; bid him
coma without delay to the Blasted Oak
beside the Fairy Brook, but warn him
not to cross the stream.”
Up rose the bird. Fair Emma’s eyes
pursued his airy journey. Alas! a hawk was
hovering in the air, and swooped upon
the luckless messenger.
Again she grasped the ivory wand, again
she tried the spell, and lo! from the cup
of the flowers came forth a buzzing bee.
“Haste, pretty bee, fly to Sir Rupert;
tell him that Emma loves only him. Bid
him seek the Blasted Oak beside the Fai
ry Brook, but warn him not to cross the
stream.”
Off flew the bee. “One more effort to
regain my freedom.”
She touched another flower. “Be thou
a steed, with saddle, girth, stirrup and
rein.”
Well wrought the charm. Instantly
the pawing hoofs rang on the golden floor.
Fair Emma seized the bridle, and led the
steed through the open portal. With
keen and careful eye she scanned the
stony track which wound up the steep hill
side. Far above her, darkly outlined
against the clear blue sky, rose the peak of
the Elfin Hill. “Oh! serve me now, thou
gallant steed. Serve me in this hour of
need. Let us but cross the Fairy Brook—
beyond its waves the Elfin King has no
power to look.”
She leaped lightly into the saddle, but
that leap shook loose the braid that bound
her long, fair tresses, and the golden
locks fell floating round her.
‘ Oh! serve me now, thou gallant steed.
Bear me swiftlv, swiftly, to the summit of
the Elfin Hill.”
Spurned by the courser’s hoofs, the
pebbles start and ring. Not more swiftly
springs the arrow from the bow, or the
meteor from the sky. Onward! onward!
Half the steep ascent is safely won; fair
Emma glances back; oh! sight of fear, the
Elfin-King is hurrying up their track.
Fair Emma had that morning been
working at her embroidery, for she knew
that occupation is the best balm for sor
row. In her silken girdle she had placed
her scissors. No spur had she, but re
membering the scissors, she drew them
from her girdle, and stuck the urging
points deep into the heaving flanks of her
steed.
Now, onward, onward, lady bright.
Shake free the bridle rein. Onward, on
ward, noble steed. Strain thy Elfin
mettle to the utmost. See! see! She nears
the peak, she nears the Blasted Oak, she
tops the Elfin Hill, she sees Sir Rupert’s
waving plume, she hears his bugle trill.
Now! noble steed, one gallant leap will
cross the Fairy Brook.
Too late! too late! With desperate bound
the Elfin King reaches her side,and fiercely
grasps one of her floating ringlets, to
draw her from her saddle. Oh! woman’s
wit, be prompt at need. Save, save her
matchless beauties!
Lo! her scissors divide the silken tress,
her courser leaps the Brook, she is safe in
Sir Rupert’s arms.
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