. St. Nicholas [serial] . (GOLD BADGE.) A SUMMERS NIGHT IN THE LAND OFDREAM. BY MARGARET SPENCER-SMITH (AGE 15). {Silver Badge.) Night her purpling robe oer all, The throbbing, heated city softly draws, When cooling winds fan out the sultry air, And the Dream-angel smiles fromHeaven above; Then, when the white sleep-por-tals open wide, And the great world slips far awaybeyond, Before closed eyes the half-litpathway lies, And Dusk stands beckoning tothe Land of Dream. Beside the way tall, nodding pop-pies grow, Loading the air with drowsy,scented breath, And wearied crowds seek ther
. St. Nicholas [serial] . (GOLD BADGE.) A SUMMERS NIGHT IN THE LAND OFDREAM. BY MARGARET SPENCER-SMITH (AGE 15). {Silver Badge.) Night her purpling robe oer all, The throbbing, heated city softly draws, When cooling winds fan out the sultry air, And the Dream-angel smiles fromHeaven above; Then, when the white sleep-por-tals open wide, And the great world slips far awaybeyond, Before closed eyes the half-litpathway lies, And Dusk stands beckoning tothe Land of Dream. Beside the way tall, nodding pop-pies grow, Loading the air with drowsy,scented breath, And wearied crowds seek thereforgetfulness — But on the mountain-side the airblows free, And slender fawns slip throughthe silvered path ; Dew diamonds hang on everyshaking leaf, And spiders webs shine silver inthe way. Among the lichen, on a rottedstump, The glow-worms shine, the lampsthat light the way ; Till, stealing through the hushof scented pines, The ridge is reached, and stretch-ing down below, Lies, wrapt in mist, the Wonder-ful UPPER YOSEMITE FALLS. BY LAUNCELOT J GAMBLE, AGE 13. (SILVER BADGE.) SUMMER. (A Sonnet.,)BY CLARENCE E. SPRAUI. (AGE l6). {Gold Badge.)Thou comest, summer, ushered in by spring,With flowery pennants sweet with springs last glow,To the music of the murmuring brooklets singing birds join in thy welcoming,The woods reecho with the glad notes ring;While oer the fields and gardens float the low,Soft sounds of June. Warm breezes gentlyblowAnd breathe their perfumed breath on , summer, happy in thy mantle green,In smiling roses and narcissus bright,Thou seemst the sweetest time of all the year ;For thou art nature at her best, I ween ; With natures gayest clothes thou art bedight,In thee her brightest glories all appear! A STRANGE ADVENTURE. {A True Story.)BY LOIS F. LOVEJOY (AGE 14). A military funeral procession was moving upHull Street, in Old Boston, from the Old NorthChurch to Copps Hill burying-ground. The bandwent first, then came the
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