ted to him
and read:

'DR. SMITH: You will turn this man out at once.'

Then to the Jockey: 'Here, I am ordered to turn you out of my house. Get
out, sir, get out; get out of my house!' And as he stood petrified with
astonishment at the apparent disrespect shown to the General's order,
Dr. Smith called out to the guard: 'Orderly, put this man out at the
door, and see that he is not admitted again.' The fellow found his
tongue at length, but the Doctor, who is no admirer of slave-hunters,
would not hear a word of remonstrance, and the discomfited trader was
hustled down the stairs, shaking his order behind him, and spluttering
out his wrath and disappointment.

* * * * *

'Grasp thy happiness and bear it with thee.' Is that Sanscrit or
Persian? He who said that, had grasped a great truth. The Beautiful
never perishes to him that _wills_.

ONCE.

No matter when: enough that moon and stars
Shone as they shine to-night;
That tales of desolation and of wars,
Of struggle and of blight,
Like the low mutterings of a troublous dream,
Flitting across the still and peaceful night,
Glanced o'er my heart and thine!
The music of the pine--
The silver, witching stream
An impress deeper, left upon our hearts.
The murmuring song fell soothing on our ears;
The silver stream with beauty charmed our eyes;
And so we bade the tales of spears and darts,
With all their train of agony and tears,
Go to the winds; and leave us golden skies,
And brooks, and reaching hills, and 'lovers' leaps,'
With bold and rugged steeps;
And all the romance of 'enchanting scenes;'
For thou and I were--midway in our teens!

Once! breathe it softly, softly, O my heart!
And thou--my waiting one!
My unforgotten! wheresoe'er thou art--
My heart's unfading sun!
My guiding light beneath the storms and clouds;
My solace when the woods and hills are lone;
And the dark pine breathes out its saddening moan;
And when the night the misty mountain shrouds,
Breathe it still gently, wheresoe'er thou art,
Light of my fainting heart!

'Once!' stop, O wheels of time! upon the word!
Gather it in a knot of silken blue;
Bind it all fondly--with a nuptial cord,
Unto the widowed present! bear it through
All change--all chance! Love, friendship! hold it fast:
Let it no more be wedded to the past!
And human hearts through all life's chec