Ravelings . herself by a name begin-ning with B. But, man alive, its 3 oclock and I was due at the office long agoHeres my card. Drop in and see me before you go, wont you? Solong! A Vernal Lay. m HEN gentle zephyrs gin to blow, And budding- trees their green unfurl, And woodland streams in murmurs lowAnnounce that spring has come. Then laddies thoughts a wandring goAnd soar aloft on winged dreams. Aye -whether laddie will or no— Springs siren voices woo his heart. His dustv books neglected lie; Forgotten now are Homers laysOf Trojan war and battle-cry And woes of luckless Grecian lass. What c
Ravelings . herself by a name begin-ning with B. But, man alive, its 3 oclock and I was due at the office long agoHeres my card. Drop in and see me before you go, wont you? Solong! A Vernal Lay. m HEN gentle zephyrs gin to blow, And budding- trees their green unfurl, And woodland streams in murmurs lowAnnounce that spring has come. Then laddies thoughts a wandring goAnd soar aloft on winged dreams. Aye -whether laddie will or no— Springs siren voices woo his heart. His dustv books neglected lie; Forgotten now are Homers laysOf Trojan war and battle-cry And woes of luckless Grecian lass. What careth lad for any maid Who lived three thousand years ago, When fdncos dreams for months have playedAbout a living Helens charms. So dreameth laddie day by day And buildeth many castles fair— Yea, towering een to milky way— Oercast with rainbow colors bright. Ah, laddie, rear thy mansions high While yet the spring of life is thine, Ere youthful aspiratious die, Ere stormclouds burst and tempests A Crisis. (SLGGESTED BY JUDGE SEWALLS PENANCE IN HIS OLD AGE.) A LA EARS after the stories of the witchcraft had passed into SalemsI m history, after the peoples minds had been rid of that insaLec_^ superstition, and when the blood of innocents had ceased to stainfree American soil, I was taken sick with a dreadful fever. Myphysical health had been impaired by the long strain of public service asjudge: my mind, unaccustomed to continued idleness, began to revert tothe events of my past life; memory seemed to give to her pictures morelife like reality; and the smouldering fires of conscience became more in-tense with the increasing certainty of my death. Overwhelmed by this two-fold burden of sickness and remorse, Isank rapidly. Finally I became delirious. The doctors say that I alter-nately raved like a madman and wept like a child. How long I lay thusuntil the incident of the following story happened I know not. One day Idreamed. I think it must havj been just at the crisi
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