Till at last, among a number of the wounded and the slain, Was the white face of the soldier, waiting for his daughter's kiss. Softly to his lips she crept, Not to wake him as he slept; Then, with her young heart at rest, Laid her head upon his breast; And upon the dead face smiling, with the living one near by, All the night a golden streamlet of the moonbeams gently flowed; One to live a lonely orphan, one beneath the sod to lie,— They found them in the morning on the dusty Concord road. NIGHTFALL.-W. W. ELLSWORTH, Alone I stand; On either hand In gathering gloom stretch sea and land; With ceaseless beat, The waters murmur low and sweet. Slow falls the night: The tender light Of stars grows brighter and more bright. Of dying day Sinks deeper down and fades away. Now fast and slow The south winds blow, And softly whisper, breathing low, With gentle grace They kiss my face, Or fold me in their cool embrace. Where one pale star, O'er waters far, Droops down to touch the harbor bar, A faint light gleams, A light that seems To grow and grow till nature teems With mellow haze; Comes rising, with its rays No longer dim, The moon; its rim In splendor gilds the billowy brim. The heavenly plain; Behind it trails a starry train, While low and sweet The wavelets beat Their murmuring music at my feet. Fair night of June! Yon silver moon Gleams pale and still. The tender tune In moonlit lays A melody of other days. Comes o'er my soul. I hear no sound, The ceaseless beat Of waters murmuring low and sweet. A MYSTERIOUS DUEL. The following incoherent account of a duel was furnished to HARPER'S WEEK. LY, by a correspondent of that journal. A duel was lately fought in Texas by Alexander Shott and John S. Nott. Nott was shot, and Shott was not. In this case it is better to be Shott than Nott. There was a rumor that Nott was not shot, and Shott avows that he shot Nott, which proves either that the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or that Nott was shot notwithstanding. Circumstantial evidence is not always good. It may be made to appear on trial that the shot Shott shot shot Nott or, as accidents with fire-arms are frequent, it may be possible that the shot Shott shot shot Shott himself, when the whole affair would resolve itself into its original elements, and Shott would be shot, and Nott would be not. We think, however, that the shot Shott shot shot not Shott, but Nott; anyway, it is hard to tell who was shot. 40 1 THE SINGLE HEAD OF WHEAT. MRS. L. C. ELDRED. All my daily tasks were ended; Laden with the harvest sweet." This I read, and deeply pondered To be laid before the throne. While my thoughts were swiftly glancing In the world's great field of labor, With the sheaves that he had won. Gladly then the pearly gateways Then, apart from all the others, With a glass of cooling water While the golden moments fled, So with tearful eyes I watched them, Yet I love the Master truly, And I've labored hard since dawn; But I have no heavy burden, Will he bid me to begone? While I questioned thus in sadness, Christ the Master called for me, And I knelt before Him saying, "I have only this for Thee. "I have labored hard, O Master! I have toiled from morn till night; But I sought to aid my neighbors, And to make their labor light. So the day has passed unnoticed, And to-night, with shame, I come, Bringing, as my gathered harvest, But a single wheat-head home." Then I laid it down with weeping, Thus to serve the reaper-band, A GENTLEMAN. "Tis he whose every thought and deed Whose generous tongue disdains to speak Who never did a slander forge, His neighbor's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report, By malice whispered round. |