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- LIFE: 341 RIP VAN LOGAN. NE morning Rip Van Logan was walking along with a drowsy look on his face, and inquired of a friend: “ Any fighting in the front this morning ?” “ Any fighting? About what?” “Why, the war. Ain't the war going on? You's behind the times. Why do n’t you read the telegrams in the Cen- tury Magazine?" “Why those are not telegrams! They are about the fights that took place over twenty years ago!" “What, them ain’t telegrams? I thought they was tele- grams right fresh from the battlefield, and I's been making speeches about ‘em. Is it possible? No fighting? No killed and wounded? No prisoners? No army contracts? Bless my stars! Dang my Choctaw hide if I wa’ n't looking around to start a hospital! Well, lemme see; I must ‘a’ been sleeping. Maybe I’s somebody else and Rip Van Logan is dead. Well, if Rip Van Logan is dead, and this ain’t me, then, who is I?” Then Rip Van Logan lay down on a bench and fell asleep, with a smile of Loganesque sweetness on his tawny features, AFTER NINETY DAYS. WEETHEART, good bye; the hour is late ; Our happy meetings now are o'er ; Jack Frost hangs on the garden gate, I come no more. Sweetheart, good bye ; the moon hangs low, And lends faint glamour to the scene ; Her waning glances only show Where flowers have been. Sweetheart, good bye; the leaves fall fast, And fly before the autumn gale, Like eerie ghosts of pleasures past, Now worn and pale. Sweetheart, good bye; aye, now we part ; ‘T was but a summer love, you know : Nor grief can dwell in either heart, If severed so. Why, sweetheart ! on thy silken lash The moon doth show me glistening tears ; Ah, let us seal this contract rash For all our years ! Emma Carleton. eis 4 COLGATE & CO’S CASHMERE BOUQUET PERFUME. This is one of the richest, most lasting, and refined of all handkerchief perfumes. The name and trade-mark of COLGATE & COMPANY on every bottle assure purchasers of superior and uniform quality. comicbooks.com