Judge — March 21, 1896 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Suage THOUGHTS THAT BURN. #6] SEND to you some thoughts that burn,” The poet wrote with poet's pride. The editor renewed his fire, And as he watched the flames leap higher, * You did, indeed '" replied. THE UNCONSCIOUS PROOF. WHEN the daughters of the revolution met in Washington some of the leading spirits felt that some of their credentials were not gen- uine and sufficient; but after a few meetings, and seeing their warlike spirit, they knew they were from the real old fighting-stock. AN ARMY NOTE, “A ‘spirited’ charge, the furious onslaught of which brought mine enemy to his knees, gave me ample time to get * loaded.’ ” SAINT PATRICK’S DAY. HE drums came rolling up the wind, with peevish pipes between ; Then rose the sweet old melody, ‘" The wearing of the gr-en, And Nora dropped the dusting-brush and hastened to the street (First stopping at the looking-glass to make her ringlets neat). But suddenly she crushed a sob that swelled her milky throat, For, marching with the merry men, a shamrock in his coat, She saw the biue-eyed Irish lad who stole her heart away In county Clare. across the sea, upon Saint Patrick's day. ‘Then like a lovely mirage thrown before her homesick eyes 1e saw, with thatcned and mossy roof. her native cabin rise, She felt the morning's gleeful wind entangled in her hair, And lightly trod the springy turf, with rosy ankles bare ; And leaning by the village well she watched with sparkling eye ; 2 Among Saint Patrick's gallant sons her sweetheart marching by. Tt does look fit for a dime- | Her bosom swelled with loving pride, he looked so bold and gay: museum — He played ** The wearing of the green” upon Saint Patrick's day, WHICH? At twilight, by the broken stile beneath the windy boughs, ‘They kept anew their happy tryst and vowed their tender vows, OUNG Mr. f He whispered of a tiny cot, a garden-patch before. s, : ij And flowers that waited but her smile to wreathe the lowly door Spats: Sat 18) ' Gi And homeward in the moon they went, with all their dreams of bliss, Miss Irene Gaz- And plighted there a solemn troth and sealed it with a kiss : zam’s parlor, anx- ‘And when he planned the bridal out she did not say him nay— ously awaiting the fi i; Oh, we shall dwell together. dear, by next Saint Patrick's day young lady. She Adown the haunted bill that night, and through the moonlit vale, had promised him 1; ff fi And three times three at Nora's door they heard the banshee wail ; is y re And ere the moon was young again they broke the churchyard mould her answer that ~ Ng ‘Yo hide beneath the April sod his curls of chestnut-gold. night, and he was Oar Nora isa laughing las, and this fs why, T ween, vonderiag’ whethe: She wept to hear it played again—"" The wearing of the green "— wondering wheth: ‘And seecied to abe tie blisceyed Led yl sinke wer Weare ameay erthat answer — but it wouldn't do to sell its father so, In county Clare, across the sea, upon Saint Vatrick’s day. would make him the happiest of mortal men or plunge him in misery. As she delayed her coming he mused, “T wonder if she is making up her complexion or her mind ?” SUNHA TeVING. A LENTEN OBSERV- ANCE. NOW hushed days of Lent are with us, When indulgence is a sin ; Pious ladies clothe in sack-cloth— In most cases of seal-skin, NO SNAKE THEN. Murphy— Saint Pathrick wuz a foine gintlemon, but it's a thousand pities he wuzn’t bor-m ages afore.” Giles —" How do you make that out?” Murphy —" Shure, ef he'd bin in the garden av Adin a pure divil loike me wudn’t be wur-rk- in’ his vitils owt iviry day in the A PARTISAN AND “A PATRIOT. gas-house, arl on account av = Pat (addressing the lion and feeding the tiger)—"* Yell yersilf t' death, yez ould blaggar-rd! Oi'll not neglict th’ proide the curse av Adam.’ av Tammany fer th’ loikes av any bastely English ripresintative, be gorry !"