tower
And trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;
They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,
And the night-wrack came rolling up, ragged and brown.
But men must work and women must weep,
Though storms be sudden and waters deep,
And the harbor-bar be moaning.

Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their hands,
For those who will never come back to the town;
For men must work, and women must weep--
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep--
And good-by to the bar and its moaning.

CHARLES KINGSLEY.

Lion with your shaggy mane,
Tell me, are you wild or tame?
On little boys do you like to sup,
If I come near, will you eat me up?

"APPLES FINKEY"--THE WATER-BOY.

"Apples Finkey!" Many a name
Has a grander sound in the roll of fame;

Many a more resplendent deed
Has burst to light in the hour of need;

But never a one from a truer heart,
Striving to know and to do its part.

Striving, under his skin of tan,
With the years of a lad to act like a man.

And who was "Apples?" I hear you ask.
To trace his descent were indeed a task.

Winding and vague was the family road--
And, perhaps, like Topsy, "he only growed."

But into the camp he lolled one noon,
Barefoot, and whistling a darky tune,

Into the camp of his dusky peers--
The gallant negro cavaliers--

The Tenth, preparing, at break o' day,
To move to the transport down in the bay.

Boom! roared the gun--the ship swung free,
With her good prow turned to the Carib Sea.

"Pity it was, for the little cuss,
We couldn't take 'Apples' along with us,"

The trooper said, as he walked the deck,
And Tampa became a vanishing speck.

What's that? A stir and a creak down there
In the piled-up freight--then a tuft of hair,

Crinkled and woolly and unshorn--
And out popped "Apples" "ez shore's yer born!"

Of course he wasn't provided for
In the colonel's roll or the rules of war;

But somehow or other the troop was glad
To welcome the little darky lad.

You know how our brave men, white and black,
Landed and followed the Spaniard's track;

And the Tenth was there in the very front,
Seeking and finding the battle's brunt.

Onward they moved through the living hell
Where the enemy's b