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POETRY.
[Published by Request.]
The Buried Heart.
“7 Sleep, but my heart awaketh.”
Tread lightly love, when over my head,
Beneath the daisies lying,
And tenderly press the grassy bed
Where the fallen rose lies dying.
Dreamless I sleep in the quiet ground,
Save when, your foot-fall heaving,
My heart awakes to the old loved sound,
And beats to the step that’s nearing.
Bright shone the moon last eve when you
eame;
Still dust for dust has feeling—
The willow roots whispered low the name
Of him who weeps while kneeling.
The Illy cup holds the falling tears,
The tears you shed above me;
And I know thro’ all these silent years
There’s one who still doth love me.
Oil ? softly sigh, for I hear the sound,
And grieve me o’er your sorrow ;
But leave a kiss in the myrtle mound,
I’ll give it back to-morrow.
Whisper me, Love, as in moments fled,
While I dream your hand mine taketli,
For the stone speaks false that says
“she’s dead
“7 sleep, but my heart, amketh.”
MISCELLANEOUS.
[Frank Leslie’s Boys’ and Givis’Weekly.]
WHITE FLOWER; OR, NEOTO
NEVER FORGETS.
“Father, I’m going down by the lake, to
get more of those pretty wild-flowers.” said
Anna Fernham, the sweetest flower of all,
as she went out to where her father was
felling trees about their new home in the
wilderness. “I’ll not be gone long.”
"I’m half afraid to have you go, Anna."
said Mr. Fernham, stopping his work to
gaze fondly at her. “The country is so
new.”
“Why, there isn’t a bit of danger, you
dear old papa!” laughed Anna, as she
tripped away.
Just on the border of the lako there had
s P run S U P myriads of wild-roses, which
afforded a profusion of flowers, to deck the
little log cabin.
™, , P „,
plraMnt aflcmmn. Sbo Jilted from pl.co
to place, gathering the pretty blossoms, and
when her basket'was full, she sat down in
the shade of a large cottonwood, to weave
a garland of leaves and flowers for her own
fair lirow. While her busy lingers were
fashioning the tasteful wreath, she was
startled by the sharp crack of a rifle, fol
lowed by a groan of agony just behind her.
Springing to her feet, stie beheld, stretched
up,m thC ground > a hideously painted
savage.
With a shriek of terror she fled up the
little path leaving her basket and the half
finished wreath under the tree. But tlie
f,!rth( ‘ r sh ® went, the plainer could she see
® °° k of appeal the sava « e K»ve her, and
she , went bravely back,
He was yet lying there, moaning, and
trying to stanch tlie blood from a wound in
the breast, Anna ran fearlessly up to him,
and tearing off her little muslin apron, she
skillfully stopped the blood.
All the while tlie savage was staring in
mute surprise at this pretty daughter of a
pale-face
“Neoto never forgets,” said lie, when
Anna rose from her task.
Then he arose himself, but with much
difficulty.
“Neoto no see White Flower. Tree hide
her. Pale-face shoot Neoto. Neoto never
lie then turned away, and went off into
the forest, while Anna, frightened at what
she had done, again fled to want home,
reaching the little cabin breathless and
fainting,
“So you send me away, Anna ?’*
“I do. Mr. Evarts.”
They were standing under that same
cottonwood tree, where Anna Fernliarn sat
weaving her garland, one year before—she
and the handsome Paul Evarts ; and she
was picking in pieces the flowers he had
gathered for her.
“Yes, Mr. Evarts, this must be our last
meeting.” she continued, in a steady voice.
Angry words arose to his lips, but he
crushed them back.
“I am sorry, Anna,” said he. “I have
looked forward to different results from our
intimacy of the past Summer. I have
Pictured a home, Anna—a happy home,
W ith you t 0 share it.”
“Your imagination has carried you too
far, Mr. Evarts.”
“But it has been very pleasant, Anna,
though it proves to be nothing but a picture.
I shall still cherish it. Shall I see you to
the house ? night is coming on.”
“Thank you’ Mr. Evarts, but am not
quite ready. I will not detain yc c
He bowed and left the spot.
Anna looked after him with misty eyes,
that presently overflowed with hot, scalding
tears.
„i, 11 - ovl> r> „ She sobbed. “I have sent
ima . away, and he will never come again,
Ah ! if he knew what misery it cost me to
R P* ak so ® ol dl y to him; but he never shall
*’ I10W - No.no; it is better to crush this
lore now than to have it thrown back to me
he h« n!S that I am the sister of a
convicted felon. I must put aside
.She bent her head in a listening attitude,
and heard her name thrice repeated.
!‘; It inna! is Claude Anna site r Anns cried, joyfully.
“Fes, sister,” said a tall, noble-looking
man, stepping from his place of conceal
meet.
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Anna sprung gladly into his arms.
“Oh, Claude, vou are free again !•*•
-Sr
could not go away without seeing you.
'
Hovr is poor father?”
“Haven’t you heard, Claude?” she asked’
the tears filling her eyes.
del?- 1 dire ”* “ k! ,Ic k
■i „..err
The strong man wept like a child.
“He died believing me guilty! Oh,
God !” he cried, lifting his eyes to heaven,
“if it lie possible, let my father’s spirit look
down upon my innocence !*’
“Hark, Claude, hark !”
Instantly his face changed its expression.
The look of reverent pleading gave place to
one of rigid determination, almost fierce
nes.
“Go, Anna !” said he. «w rt
r., 1
Hark, the hounds are coming ! Hear their
deep haying! Hear the voices! I am
surrounded, Anna! Good-by, sister! I
will not die tamely !”
*Good-by, brother! I would rather see
you dead than taken back to prison. Shall
I not stay ?”
“No no, sister ! Go !”
“Then, good-by, Claude!”
Anna had just disapppeared from view
when a horseman dashed into the open
space where Claude Fernham stood.
“Back, sir, as you value your life !” cried
Claude. “I would not shed blood, but I
will not be taken alive!”
“Put up your weapon.” said Paul Evarts,
coldly. “I have come to save you. Mount
this horse, and away! You have not a
moment to lose!”
There was no time for parley—scarcely
time for thought. With a hasty grasp of the
hand, and a heartfelt “God bless you!”
Claude sprang into the saddle and dashed
away; nor thought that his deliverer was
jeopardizing his own life.
“I have saved him,” said Paul ; “yet he
has stolen my love. lie will live for Anna,
and I shall die. Yes, here they come. A
rope and a tree, or perhaps a bullet, and it
is all over with me. Well, well, I dq not
regret it. It was ail for her sake, if it
makes her happier, I am well paid for the
sacrifice. It is misery to live without her.
Death can be no worse.”
“Yp B are a p risoner. Van! E v./it-G’’
From out of the bushes had sprung tho
tall form of Jack Hanlon, the scout ; ami,
with his rifle to his shoulder, he advanced
toward Paid.
“Put down your rifle, Jack,” said Fan)
calmly. “I helped him off, and he is beyond
your reach. I know not, nor care not who
he is ; hut I do know that, mounted on my
horse, witli the start he has, he cannot be
caught. I await my punishment.”
“And that shall ho death, Paul Evarts—
death within an hour 1”
When Anna left her brother, she fled
wildly toward home, with some indistinct
idea that she might help him by her flight.
She stopped at the little brook to put a few
drops of water upon her heated face. A
shadow fell across her path, and looking
up, she saw an Indian standing by her
side. She uttered an affrighted cry and
started to run, but tlie savage held her
back.
“Wliy does White Flower run ?” he
asked. “Has she forgotten Neoto? Neoto
never forgets. He will not hurt tlie pretty
White Flower. He will help her. Her
heart is heavy. Tell Neoto.”
Anna looked up into his face, hut she
could read nothing there.
“Neoto will not harm me ?” she asked.
“The White Flower is troubled,” said he.
“Her face is sad ; Neoto will help her.
Why did she run like the frightened fawn
when tlie hunter is on the trail ? What did
the child of the pale-face see that made her
afraid ?**
“Oh, Neoto!” cried Anna—“Neoto, my
brother ? Save him ! Down by the lake!
Quick !”
“Neoto will try ; but White Flower will
stay here, and Neoto will send tier brother
to her.”
With a loping gait the savage hurried
away through the gloom which was gather¬
ing over tlie forest. As he neared the
clearing by the lake, he slackened his pace,
and went more cautiously. He parted the
bushes with his hand, and gazed at the
scene before him.
“The White Flower’s brother needs help,”
he muttered.
Kneeling but a few feet from where the
savage stood, was Paul Evarts. his breast
hared, his hands tied, and a bandage over
his eyes. About thirty paces beyond stood
Jack Hanlon, the scout. At the right wa s a
group of hardy backwoodsmen, witness of
this border justice.
The scount had his rifle to his shoulder,
Neoto but before he had time to puli the trigger'
sprung into the clearing, and placed
himself before tlie doomed man.
“My white brothers are cowards !” said
he, cutting the thongs which bound Paul.
“They would take the life of an innocent
brother! They tie him, and shoot him like
a dog! Ugh! They are fords’.”
At the first appearance of Neoto, the
border men grasped their weapons, and a
dozen rifles were pointed at his breast; but
the grim Old warrior was unmoved.
“Neoto fears you not,” said he. “See?”
He gave a shrill whistle.
The si « nal waR a ^wered from a score of
throats, and from behind every tree stepped
a savage.
“Neoto’s warriors otrtnumbef the pale
fsce3.”
Then be, turned to Paul Evarts. who bad
been gazing sunmsed at this unlooked-for
deUverer.
“Pale-face *
White Flower "" ‘ r ’ you are flve The |
-
“••c’lsssrs:
“Long-biiide, ,M ! i cr '* llen ‘
Ilanlon, “why >aul I lM> ’ * ddr ? ssmK Jack
Floating to ' u,,i > 011 kil1 '“in ?
said: jt ul s re * rea ^' ng figure, be
*2£ jak ">»' .-r’ ">■
*»»»■•»
“Long-blade mrwly at the scout.
away. Has 1.4, the murderer is not far
of pelts he st. ll-blade forgotten the heap
The scored Shorn his brother ?”
and drawimW^' liilt^ 1 a rry ' hunting-knife, of ra . K ° and terror he >
plunged it *
Thorough f’P m, ° his own breast.
Neoto only smi !s ' taud ' mt
.
“Long-blade fc done
s .,
wiewain ” * rf,ther lies in Neoto’.,
H .’
2ssr^-=-“«
The dying 1 »«"
lookedur.on fJ an ?***• and
the last time. liar scenes and faces for
“Take him a4 *'*’ gasped, “I won’t
look nt him ' '
think that Ha! ha! I made them
Ha !—ha !” i ide Fcrnham killed him !
And thus he •*
Paul EvartsG 'he path the little
brook, and, af/ to
imv away. • ,oto s bidding, lie hurried
Anna was W: V "if and when she , , heard
his « footsteps, hastened him.
when'rte'rec'oL • to meet
1 '® cr J cd - J«y f “Hy i
coldly back, fill Paul Lvarts, she drew
“Not Claude } l in
ns her own- •! 10 , t0,, cs as freezing
that he is safe come to t< ‘"
“Oh, Paul__” iat Neoto never forgets.”
Then the sud ! joy Iler
she fell insens; ov, ‘ rcame -
He raised liei at hi . * feut ’
to the brook ^ !lifi nrms ’ a,ul her
the little 8tr . ,1,nl h-aped lightly across
sudden nppoa st “ rtli "8 I’“ ul l»y >«» s
“So soon ?" liT’ .’sited.
But Claude Iniham had Anna’s
insensible f.>. seen
bands, and wet. tyiml *P?ier brow was chafing the her
cold water. with clear,
“Darling a/si slid ■Pstv up to me !” he cried.
“I am free ni■ “ u.v:.'.-r.-r ),as hepn
found. AiififcJ *r, - it is your own biou.
’lflllfU*- v L
“Sister !
bewildered
“I am CluA, Fenihain ; ’ and this is my
little aistr-v Aeija.”
“And 1 have doubted her,” murmured
l >a,| I hen l- he reinemoered A her coldness,
and
sa ' ’
...
Claude wasTahsmbed' iTb’is efforts to
restore Alina, that he did not heed Paul’s
words; hut ATiiia opened her eyes J and
whispered;
“Fault Paul!”
He heard her although it was scarcely
more than a breath ; and, snatching her
from her brother's arms, he cried, joyfiiffy;
she is nimevmw, Claude.”
hariTterminiAonof^lltlieri Doubles ttmt
they knew not of Neoto now stepped forth
“The White Flower is happy, and Nooto’s
heart is glad.. Neoto helped tho White
Flower. Neoto never forgets.”
The Man Who Weeps.
He entered ® bakery on Grand Iti ver
avenue didn’t at ele^i o’clock forenoon, lie
look like a neat and tidy old man
about ready to join the angels, but he
resembled an old man who had slept in
a liarn and was about ready to join a big
dinner.
I think, lie said, as lie looked around,
I think I’ll take a huckleberry pie.
The woman behind the counter re¬
plied that she hadn’t seen a pie of tlie
sort for six months.
AVhat is collateral to huckleberry pie ?
asked the man as he looked into the
show ease.
81ie didn’t know, and lie said he
thought pumkin was, and that he would
take a pumkin pie. She handed one
down, and as he took out his knife and
cut into it, she said :
J wenty cents, if you please ?
( liarige a bill, I s’pose V he queried as he
^Yf s' sir 6 pa, k Die pie.
Have you any objection to feeling
down my boot leg and pulling up a ten
dollar hill? he asked as lie cut the
second piece.
She said she had, and she further more
hinted that he hadn’t seen a ten dollar
bill for the past years.
Oh, yes I have, he responded as he
cleared bis throat. I was looking * into
a brokers . , window . , yesterday , and saw
over a hundred sucii hills.
There was one more mouthful of pie,
and as he swallowed it the woman
called out:
Now I want the twenty cents sir,
So do I, was the quite answer; but I
haven’t got it.
I’ll call rny husband and have you
*
kicked > she exclaimed
You will call in a young and vigorous
man k o heat up arid , bruise , Up an old ,,
® an 1,k f W:Hk m the Iefe ' s ’ neHr
gone with consumption, and only liarely
to stand Up! That crushed what
little spirit I bad left when I liegau to
demolish that pie,
No. 22.
lie sat down by the stove and begun
a-*-.*—
M r,.'"’“Tr’.T
5J, l °o • h? so ibid, shedding tears.
*> ever blind the pie, go long out
doors ?
I’ll never leave this liakery with a
I have
llflre zzszr lake it l m>
He was peeling it off, when, she said
she didn’t want it—that she wanted him
to S et right out doors though,
* ** never go out till I requite this
(boo-hoo) claim boo-hoo ! he sobbed,
and he pulled off his jacket and tlung
after the coat.
Ret out you can have the pie-get
out! sIle sm ‘ au,c 'l at t,ie to P of ,ler
.....* ..
l ° 0) ’ a " d * J™ 111
boots! Here, take my poor
old boots, and I will go forth in my bare
feet 1
Stop— stop 1 I was only in fun with
you. 1 didn’t want no twenty cents of
you any of the time 1 Hero nre some
fried-cakes and another pie take ’em and
go out.
Have I cleared my character? he
asked.
Yes, yes, you are an honest man, sir.
Shall I leave you all my clothes ? he
inquired as he dropped a susjHmder off of
his shoulder.
No, no, no.
Well, I will go out.
I Will take along the fried cakes and
the custard pie as mementoes of this
occasion, and I will go out feeling that
you appreciate me.
Yes, I do, I do,
He put on his garments, took up his
provisions, and as his tears flowed
afresh, he went out, saying:
Whenever anyone wants to break my
heart let ’em call me a dishonest ingrute,
Good-bye.
• ——
Walter Scott.
BY. T. K. O. 3
^ « recent number of \e.
,>out,, y L - L - V. says that in a letter of
the published correspondence of the late
Judge Stephens, lie expresses the opinion
that Walter Hcott was not a gentleman,
L. V. does not agree With Judge
Htepliens in this, but he wrill jierhaps be
8Urpri T 1 t0 loa ™ Umt «'« opil ' io "
was entertained f , by no less u i>ersonage
tlmn D° nl Macaulay, In the recently
published “Life and Letters” of that
eminent writer and historian, lie says,
in a private letter to the, editor of the
,Scott Edinburg Review about Sir Walter
i
“1 have not, from the little that 1 do
k ' ,,,w “J‘‘in. formed so high an opinion
oi h>* character as moot people seem to
f ‘ ,lterUlll > iu,d us il would be expedient
fwr 11,0 Edinburg > Review to express. *
* * * * l n politics, a bitter anil
un
scrupulous partisan ; profuse and osten
tatious in expense; agitated by the
hopes and fears of a gambler ; perpetu
ally sacrificing the perfection of his com¬
positions, and the durability of his fame,
to his eagerness for money ; writing witli
tho slovenly haste of Dryden, in order to
satisfy wants which were not like those
of Dryden, caused by circumstances
beyond bis control, but which were pro
dueed by his extravagant waste or rapa
clous speculation ; this is the way in
which lie appears to me. * * * i can
not think him a high-minded man, or a
man of very strict principle.”
While Macaulay gives a reason
reasons for his opinion different [row
the reason upon which L. L. V.
Judge Stephens leases Ids opinion, yet
may it not be that neither of them is
very far wrong in the conclusion arrived
at ? Macaulay expresses his sorrow at
being constrained to entertain such an
estimate of Scott, for he “sincerely ad
mired the greater part of his works.”
1 may Dnit iev; had a keener ap
P r ®ciation ol the power and beauties of
Scott as a writer than Judge .Stephens,
South,
• ----
There Is a young man carrying a hod at
Rohr’s new building on First sheet
ha »»mmantlc history. He is about twenty
tw<> years of a f ’ a ' ,d «“ » cdlil,J '«
wealthy parents, who reside m New Ilareti,
Conn . About three years ago; becoming
anvry with bis father, he left home and
reached this city, where he has since resi
ded, engaged in various kinds of manual
labor. At regular intervals remittances
andclothing from his parents are sent to
him, but he persistently refuses to toueli
them, notwithstanding the most urgent
entreaties. He also refuses to return home,
prefering to make lit* own living .—Afaytrille
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Nineteen Impolite Things.
J jz.
out being asked.
* **■*«*.-»—.
5. Spitting about the house, smoking
or chewing.
6, Cutting your finger-nails in com
i>any '
7. leaving church betun, rv.rr.hipi,
8, Wliis)icring or laughing in thn
| 10use 0 f <; (K i_
i). Gazing rudely at strangers.
10. Leaving a stranger without a
seat.
n. A want of respect and reverence
f or seniors,
12. Corredling older persons than
yourself, IteceivW esp*ially parents.
13, a present without an
your
own story,
15. Laughing nt the mistakes of
others.
16. Joking others in company.
17. Commencing talking before an¬
other has finished speaking.
18. Commencing to eat us soon as
you get to the table.
10. Not listening to what anyone is
saying in company.
Fashion Notes.
Fancy hosiery Is very popular. The
ruling designs nre pale solid tints, with
embroidered insteps ami clocks.
Low-cut shoes and sandal slippers,
also high sandals, will figure at all the
mode summer resorts. This style of
feet covering is very nobby for tho
young.
Sandals are made of French kid, lined
with white glove kid, double stitched,
and finished off with great care and skill,
as to shape and completeness.
Lace “fixings” for the throat are in
demand; this mode of toilet accompani¬
ment is allowed much latitude. There
nre a number of cunning forma for the
throat, nil arranged in rich lace.
The how simple, the loose scarf, tho
the rimdess bowknot, and tip) pretty
all constdered/iv/mwie il
de chine, niousseline de *>ie, arid crepe
ur< ‘ all fashionable,
Fichus of all kinds are worn. Homo
are made up in genuine lace, and hence
rather expensive, but a large number aro
excellent imitations of costly laces, and
I 1 * 118 * ^ of the course, are ° f fasMo ever "’ wanted,
What lady of any society notority would
visit a summer resort mm a fan ? This
useful and ornamental article of tho
toilet is somewhat smaller In size than
the inodes of last year,
Belts are worn. Laee mils and long
lace gloves are gaining favor. Square
pockets are preferred. White suits are
struggling into existence for the iienefit
of full-grown ladies. Sashes are only
worn by children. Coaching hats are
liked. Long veils are affected. Flow
era arc bunched for the throat, waist and
pocket. In short, gay fancy rules sum
iner dress,
The Imperturnble Passenger,
A train boy on an Illinois road found
a rather tough customer in an old gen
tleman of composed mien, who received
all shots as if lie were bullet proof. The
boy bombarded him wlt/i papers, and
pamphlets, and candies, and bound
books, and nuts, and fruits of one kind
and another. Rut it was no good.—
Had the elder party been lined inside
with brass he could not have shown
greater indifference. The hoy fretted
under his treatment, as was plain to lie
seen. lie had passed the cigars some
thirty times and without success, when
he said, in a tone of desperation !
“Try some of these ail ewe r s, and if they
don’t kill you within &nth I’ll give
you the money baek.”
Tlie mail was somewhat amused by
that, but tie bad tiie boy. lie said :
“If I am dead fliow can you give mo
the money ?”
“I’ll give It to your family then.”
“But I ain’t got ho family.”
“Well, I’ll give it to the family next
door,” persisted the boy.
“Bat there ain't no Tamiiy next door ”
gai ,i the man m( t)l0 8t!li , i,, ng then
ing his face.
“Oil, there’ll be one move in when
t[ iey hear you are dead,” was tiie quick
rtl’ty
The elderly passenger shut up like a
borrowed knife .—Danbury Ntvs,
Castor Oil, in which a small quantity of
lamp-black lias been stirred, is an excellent
!iir and water-proof composition for boots
and shoes I n winter. It closes the pores of
^ ,fathpr ’ »>««». air and water,
consequently making the feet very much
dfier ani1 warmer. This lias been tested
for *«»** and can be confidently recommeu
The surface of the Passaic river in New
Jersey is covered with acres of dead fi,h„
supposed to have been poisoned.