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And  the  gloom  is  gathering  you  cannot  lessen,
                                    While  youth  is  closing  his  golden  door;
                                 And yon  know  the  darkness is coining;,  coming,—
                                    The  past  a  failure,  the  future  dead,
                                 And  the  present blank  as  a page  unwritten,
                                    With  memory  filling the  lines  instead.

                                 Do you  know  what it is, this  great  reaction,
                                    The  Death  of Ilope  which  must come  to  all?
                                 The  stage  may be  bright  and  the  actors  merry,
                                    "Rut  sooner  or  later  the  curtains  fall.
                                                                                M a ry   E v e r e d .

                                                   THE  OLD  H0ME5TEAD.

                              [Tliis  selection,  written for this volume,  fllioutd Its  tend  with  subdued, deep  feel­
                            ing.  The; Ttiluni  to  Lbe Old  Homestead,  after years  of  absence,  naturally produce}
                            profound  emotion  by reason  of  old        >±nd  iiseirtories.   The  charactei
                            deso.tihed  is  that  of  an uneducated  countryman,  yet  of  tender heart  ;tu(l  ayrnpr
                            thetic  nature, ]

                             W     H A T   did  you say?  Does  the  ole place  look  kind o’ nat'ral  like?
                                      Seem  as  it  used  ter forty years ago  ail'  even  more?
                                      How can  it ■when  i  do  not hear  grandfather’s  ole clock  strike,
                            A n ’  don't  see  any youngsters  playin'  routi1  the  kitchen  door?


                            The  ole-time  fireplace  we  had— no  five  now  bums there,
                             The  peg  where father  hung  liis  hat  is  broken  from  the wall,
                             The  shaky  doors  an'  stairways  are  a-waitin'  fur  repair.
                             An’  the  ceilhi’ff  overhead  are  jest ready  fur  to  fall.

                             A h  me 1  There  is  the  mantel "where my  mother  kcp'  her  switch,
                             She  didn't  mean  ter  save the  rod  an’  let  us  youngsters  spoil.
                             There’s  the comer where  she  sat  an1  did  her  mendin’  stitch  by stitch.
                             A n 1  her  face  grew  ole an’  handsome  like  with  daily  care  an’  toil*

                             hull  forty  years  have passed  an’  gone— -long  time  ter be  away J
                             Out  there  in  Californy’s  mines  I  dug  ail’  strove fur  gold,
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