"The house has fallen now"-that cannot be; You've made a stumble, that is not a fall; That brings a story freshly up to me, We queer old fellows will such things recall. I'll tell you all about it, if you will, There's something in it you will much admire; You're bound to hear the story, so keep stillIt's something chilly-let me stir the fire. 'Twas fifty years ago, one day, a lad Orphaned and friendless-one of those you see "What do you want?" The answer "Work and pay." The merchant stared. "Boy, I've no place for you"- You were a baby then, sir; but you came, The confidence of one who had more wit In choosing servants than has shown his son. One day a letter from Calcutta came, From a great firm there-Belden and Carstairs- Trusty and shrewd, and send him out to them; He said "Ahem! "Trusty and shrewd'-Byng, there's a chance for you. "Belden is dead; Carstairs has kept the name Of the old firm-he was its life's blood too Immensely rich, and if you play the game You've played from boyhood, and be just and trus And diligent, and make his interest yours As you have mine so long, you'll surely rise; I hate to part with you, but this secures A certain fortune. Take it if you're wise." Byng took the advice; and then your father said, "You'll need some money, Byng, and here's a draft; Take it; a man can always hold his head Higher with cash in hand." And then he laughed. No thanks! "Tis bread upon the waters thrown, And may come back. If ever you be rich Pay it to me or mine, or give some one Who needs it sorely-'tis no matter which." I'll cut the story short. Byng made his way The junior partner; when his senior died, I bought them cent per cent-paid them at par! The bread your father on the waters cast THE GIVER'S REWARD. Who gives and hides the giving hand Who gives to whom hath nought been given, JESSIE CAMERON.-CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. "Jessie, Jessie Cameron, Hear me but this once," quoth he. There beside the moaning sea, There where the breakers be. "O Jessie, Jessie Cameron, I have loved you long and true." "Good luck go with you, neighbor's son, She was a careless, fearless girl, But somewhat heedless with her tongue, A mirthful maiden she, and young, "Oh! long ago I told you so, I tell you so to-day: Go you your way, and let me go The sea swept in with moan and foam "Oh, can't you take your answer then, For me you're not the man of men, But what's to me the good of this They stood together on the beach, And louder waxed his urgent speech, His patience almost gone: "Oh, say but one kind word to me, Jessie, Jessie Cameron." "I'd be too proud to beg,” quoth she, And pride was in her tone. And pride was in her lifted head, And in her angry eye, And in her foot, which might have fled, Some say that he had gypsy blood, Yet he had gone through fire and flood Some say his grandam was a witch, A black witch from beyond the Nile, Who kept an image in a niche And talked with it the while. And by her hut far down the lane Alas, for Jessie Cameron ! The spa crept moaning, moaning nigher: She should have hastened to be gone,— The sea swept higher, breaking by her: She should have hastened to her home While yet the west was flushed with fire, But now her feet are in the foam, The sea-foam, sweeping higher. O mother, linger at your door, And light your lamp to make it plain;- But none know where the bodies be: Sea-winds that shiver, Sea-birds that breast the blast, Sea-waves swelling, Keep the secret first and last Of their dwelling. Whether the tide so hemmed them round With its pitiless flow, That when they would have gone they found Whether she scorned him to the last With words flung to and fro, Or clung to him when hope was past, Whether he helped or hindered her, Only watchers by the dying Have thought they heard one pray, And watchers by the dead have heard And watchers out at sea have caught THE IRREPRESSIBLE. A cross-eyed man in a long linen ulster and a tall hat rang the bell, and when the woman of the house opened the door, she was satisfied he had an eye to the spoons (the straight eye), so she snapped: "Well, what do you want?" 46 Madam, be calm," said the cross-eyed man, in a smooth voice. "What for?" she queried, suspiciously. “Madam,” said the cross-eyed man, “have you a child?" "Yes, I have," replied the woman; "what of it?" |