Life — December 10, 1885 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Rendezvous. ? IS Christmas night. A ghostly light Illumines forgotten faces. With loving tread The feet of the dead Fall soft in familiar places. In these dim halls This night recalls Sweet memories death cannot chill. Faint finger tips And voiceless lips Bring the ghost of an old-time thrill Ah, many a year Has gone, since here, Her love and herself she gave; A blushing face, A long embrace— And he, to a soldier's grave. There 's joy in meeting; But hours are fleeting, And the saddest of all draws near, For light of dawn Will find them gone, And to sleep for another year. JA. Mitchell. comicbooks.com