. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . nment soon released thesemen, who indeed had taken no part in death, though they may have beenaccomplices after the fact. Jones was keptsix and Cox seven weeks. Mr. Jones is married again, and now hasten children. He has filled some places under the Maryland and Baltimore politicagovernments, and now keeps a coal, woodand feed yard in North Baltimore. George Alfred Townsetid. EVENING. It is that pale, delaying hourWhen Nature closes like a flower,And in the spirit hallowed liesThe silence of the earth and skies. The world has tho
. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . nment soon released thesemen, who indeed had taken no part in death, though they may have beenaccomplices after the fact. Jones was keptsix and Cox seven weeks. Mr. Jones is married again, and now hasten children. He has filled some places under the Maryland and Baltimore politicagovernments, and now keeps a coal, woodand feed yard in North Baltimore. George Alfred Townsetid. EVENING. It is that pale, delaying hourWhen Nature closes like a flower,And in the spirit hallowed liesThe silence of the earth and skies. The world has thoughts she will not ownWhen shades and dreams with night have flown;Bright overhead, the early starMakes golden guesses what they are. II. A light lies here, a shadow there,With litde winds at play between;As though the elves were delving whereThe sunbeams vanished in the green. The softest clouds arc flocking whiteAmong faint stars with centers gold,—Slowly from daisied fields of shepherd fills his airy fold. John Vance Cheney. A*^.. THE SHADOW II THAT is it, baby Kathic, wid \()ur eyes o Irish blue, VV Tuggin away at me liand, to tag along o you ?Somethin follows you rouu—oh yes, there it is; I seeA black, black shadow baby, cunning as cunning can be!Come, we will catch it — t is running away—Now we have got it, and here it shall stay ! Sure it is lost now, or hidin somewhere —There I just see it behind that old chair:Come, we will catch it, t is gone through the door;T is here on the wall; t is here on the tloor! What is it, baby Kathie, wid your eyes o Irish blue; Cryin, baby Kathie?—sure the shadow s cryin too! Poor shallow baby, widout any name —Hoo! wipe up your eyes, t is doin the away, Kathie. on heel an on toe,Whirl on your twinkle feet, faster an slow;Cav little shadow, as gay as can little shadow, dancin wid thee: What is it, babv Kathie, wid your eyes o Irish blue; Laughin, baby Kathie ? — sure ih shadow s laugh
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