The way is long, my child! but it shall be Lead to Heaven's gate IV. The path is rough, my Father! many a thorn Lead up to rest The path is rough, my child! But oh! how sweet When thou shalt reach the borders of that land With me shall rest V. The throng is great, my Father! many a doubt, Lead safe along Thy child! The throng is great, my child! But at thy side For I am with thee; will thy foes command Lead safe along My child! VI. The cross is heavy, Father! I have borne Where crowns are given. Father, take my hand; Lead to the crown Thy child! The cross is heavy, child! Yet there was One Receive a crown, HENRY N. COBB. THE MINER'S DEATH. [Simple description-pathos-impersonation.] The sun was going down, And its rays o'er the landscape wen Standing upon an old tent That stood, tattered and brown, Half in the shade of a tree; And in the distance you could see Two miners coming from their toil, and talking Look! within the shelter lies a man On a rude couch, beneath a blanket, His suffering face desolate and wan; There near him is the tin pan Filled at morn with water; fevered, he drank it Soon as his companions left, after rough comfort spoken, And the little flask of spirits close at hand; And round about the canvas-shelter stand Shovels and miner's boots, earth-worn and stained. Weak from the fever, helpless as a child, With naught to see without but rocky wild; Within, these objects in his canvas-room. The day was so long, would they never come? He saw when he closed his weary eyes, From which the tears trickled down his thin cheek; Oh, God! that I should leave dear ones, to seek Here in these barren wilds the golden prize." How his expectant, eager gaze ran o'er The little space 'twixt his couch and the tent door. It's getting darker, too,-footsteps! here they come,- You'll do it? Thanks! Tom, good by." "Cheer up, Joe; don't take on so, you mustn't die!" JOHN HANOVER. KATE KETCHEM. [This parody on Maud Muller should be read in a tone of simple narration, avoiding a measured style. Impersonate wherever necessary.] Kate Ketchem, on a winter's night, IIer chignon in a net of gold Was about as large as they ever sold. Gayly she went because her "pap" But when by chance her glances fell Her spirits sunk, and a vague unrest A wish she wouldn't have had made known, Tom Fudge came slowly through the throng, He saw Ka'e Ketchem in the crowd, And, knowing her slightly, stopped and bowed; Then asked her to give him a single flower, Out from those with which she was decked And blushed as she gave it, looking down "Thanks," said Fudge, and he thought how dear Flowers must be at this time of year. Then several charming remarks he made, And being exhausted, inquired whether She thought it was going to be pleasant weather. And Kate displayed her jewelry, And dropped her lashes becomingly; And listened, with no attempt to disguise At last, like one who has nothing to say, Kate Ketchem smiled, and said "You bet "He's rich enough to keep me in clothes, "He could aid my father as well as not, And buy my brother a splendid yacht. "My mother for money should never fret, "And after that, with what he could spare, I'd make a show at a charity fair." Tom Fudge looked back as he crossed the sill, And saw Kate Ketchem standing still. "A girl more suited to my mind It isn't an easy thing to find; "And everything that she has to wear Proves her as rich as she is fair. "Would she were mine, and that I to-day Had the old man's cash my debts to pay; "No creditors with a long account, No tradesmen waiting that little amount;' "But all my scores paid up when due By a father-in-law as rich as a Jew!" But he thought of her brother, not worth a straw, And her mother, that would be his, in law; So, undecided, he walked along, And Kate was left alone in the throng. But a lawyer smiled, whom he sought by stealth, To ascertain old Ketchem's wealth; And as for Kate, she schemed and planned He married her for her father's cash- But as to paying his debts, do you know And at hints for help Kate's hazel eyes And when Tom thought of the way he had wed, He longed for a single life instead, And closed his eyes in a sulky mood, And said in a sort of reckless vein, "I'd like to see her catch me again, "If I were free as on that night I saw Kate Ketchem dressed in white !" She wedded him to be rich and gay; |