THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS "Drowned! Drowned!"- Hamlet. One more Unfortunate, Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Yet, than all other? Alas! for the rarity Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none. Where the lamps quiver With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement, Houseless by night. Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Owning her weakness, Her evil behavior, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour! Thomas Hood. LYRA INCANTATA Within a castle haunted, This legend was enscrolled: Three bards of lyre and viol, To find the magic string, The first-a minstrel hoary, Who many a rhyme had spun- The second changed the measure The third, in lover's fashion, And, as he smote the wire, The harp-resounds forever! Theodore Tilton. CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE Circumstantial evidence caused a death sentence to be pronounced on a dog at a west side truck farm recently. The incident only goes to show how easy it is to convict even the innocent. The farmer owned a collie named Maje, of which he was unusually fond. For some weeks he had been missing eggs from his henhouse, but could not discover the thief. Egg shells would be found in the nests every day, and with fresh eggs bringing forty cents a dozen the farmer realized his loss and finally suspected Maje. A close watch was kept on the chicken house and one day the farmer saw the dog sneaking stealthily along toward the half-open door of the chicken house. In a few minutes it came out again. The farmer went into the house and there found many egg shells. Evidence was indisputable, and the pet collie was ordered shot. The day following the execution every egg in the chicken house was eaten. The farmer then started another investigation. Beneath the floor of an abandoned smokehouse he discovered the home of a weasel and half a dozen young ones. A trap was set, the mother weasel was caught and killed and the young ones afterward captured. No eggs have since been missing, and the farmer grieves for the loss of his dog. "Maje never touched an egg," said the farmer. "He was in the henhouse trying to catch that weasel, and the poor fellow died because the circumstantial evidence |