outs, as if they had never left off
since morning: "Onkle Sam, sir! werry good donkey, my master."--"Dis Jim
Crow! more better, sir!"--"Hotel Mediterranee, signori!" Bidding
good-night to our pleasant and courteous fellow-sightseers, we were
soon clattering through the streets to the custom-house landing. Our
cutter was waiting: "Up oars! let fall! give way all!" and twenty-four
strong, bronzed arms were pulling us over the smooth surface of the
moonlit harbor. In ten minutes we were once more on board our floating
home, and turned in forthwith, tired enough to sleep without rocking.

E. S.

ACROSS STRANGE WATERS.

These winter days, my love, are short and sad--
Oh, sad and short!
But future summers will not make us glad,
Of Fate the sport.

I go; and where we have been you abide,
To face the light
Of days that pour their splendor far and wide,
And mock the night.

How you will hate their brightness well I know--
Their fragrant ways,
Thick set with bloom, free winds that come and go,
And birds that praise

The triumph of the summer, and are glad
Of their desire,
Fulfilled in warmth, with mirth and music mad,
And set on fire

Of Love, to whom all sweet things do belong:
Those new, bright days,
With overflow of blossoms and glad song,
You will not praise.

Nor shall the swift, short nights, when skies bend low,
And through the blue
The white moon moves on silently and slow,
Bring rest to you.

The day will vex you, and the night deny
Your idle prayer:
Shall I, across strange waters, hear your cry,
And be aware?

LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON.

C. G.; OR, LILLY'S EARRINGS.

I.

Not since the day on which we heard of Lee's surrender had there been
such a commotion in the house. We who had grown up since that date had
ceased to expect anything in the way of pleasure, for "the war" was a
ghost that wouldn't be laid. Did we want fine dresses, we were asked
where the money was coming from, now that Uncle David had lost all his
property by the war; did we vainly long for a trip to a Northern city,
we were consoled by the announcement that if it had not been for the war
Uncle David would have taken us to Europe