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Watching children at their play ,
Picturc of the olden time;
And the blue and sparkling waves
Ring the same familiar chime,
Telling tales of long ago ;
While for childhood's days we yearn—
“ Tell us, boatman, how’s the tid c?IJ
“ Past the turn/'

Waiting while the sun goes down.
Silver hair upon the breeze,
Gazing lone and sorrow-eyed,
On the waves, of purple seas ;
Calmly waiting on the shore,
Till the night of life is gone—
“ Tell us, boatman, how’s the tide,”
“ libbing on.”

A CHILD ONCE MORE.
[Iri'.itate as nearly as possible the -voice of a little ctiikl itt tins three passages
requiring- it,]
T HE doctors said it was no unusual thing in delirium, but it seemed
strange and pathetic to the loving watchers that the middle-aged,
careworn man, tossing wearily on a sick bed, should fancy him­
self again a child at his mother’s knee. The green grave far aw«y
in a country churchyard, where she slept, had no existence as far as
he was concerned. She had never died, but Weis with her boy again.
The many trials of life that had worn those deep lines on his brow had
all passed from his memory now, and boyish woes and confidences alone
were on his lips.
When his weeping wife laid her hand upon his fevered brow, he
looked up and smiled and called her " mother.” The hand that held
the medicine to his Hps, that smoothed the pillow, was “ mother’s,” and
in all the faces that came and went about his bed he saw but hers,