THE APPLE AND THE REMARK.

"I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight."

THE ARROW AND THE SONG.

Longfellow.

I THREW an apple over the wall,

It dropped, I knew not where at all;
For I threw with my utmost force,
And couldn't see thro' the wall, of course.

I made a remark by the wall,

I saw no man near by at all;

But whose eyesight so sharp can be,

But a person might hide behind a tree?

Not six months after that, I found
Th' identical apple, on the ground;
And a year ago in Jackson park,*
I heard a man make the same remark.

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* A favorite promenade on the island.

THE WHISTLER'S TUNE.

"The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,

He passed by the town, and out of the street,

A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,
And waves of shadow went over the wheat."

"THE POET'S SONG."-Alfred Tennyson.

THE tea was over, the Boy went out,

He passed thro' the yard, and over the stile, The big dog barked, as he went along by,

And followed him on for nearly a mile;

And he sat him down on a hickory log,

And whistled a lively tune, this Boy, That took the ear of the barking dog,

And he wagged his tail for joy.

The beetle stopt from pinching the fly,

The toad in his hole stood still,

The tom-tit heard with a tear in his eye,

And a fishing-worm in his bill,

And the grasshopper said, "I know that air,

But I cannot whistle it so

The tune of the man with never a hair, Where hair ought ever to grow."

MY MAYRIA.

"Along the grassy slope I sit,

And dream of other years;

My heart is full of soft regrets,

Mine eyes, of tender tears."-R. H. STODDARD.

ALONG the garden wall I stretch,
And think of what she said,
A tear has settled in my eye,
A cold within my head.

The fire-flies fired above our heads,
The crickets cricked below,

When my Mayria, and I near by her,

Sat here a week ago.