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HATCH DAVIDSON & CO. [WORD] WATCHES & JEWELRY No. 404 Laemer Street Denver
Will Remove to Opera House. February 1st, 1882.
USE DUNHAM'S CONCENTRATED COCOANUT
PERFUMED WITH AUSTENS FOREST FLOWER COLOGNE
CEO. A. GREENE,
WHOLESALE
Boots & Shoes,
403 DELAWARE ST.,
LEAVENWORTH, KAS.
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A WINTER DRIVE IN CANADA [DRAWN BY M. KLINKICHT.]
My Picture in the Coals.
FOR me there is a magic in the coals,
The red, red coals that glow upon the fire;
A kind of subtle sympathy with souls
That burn with high and unattained desire.
I sit to-night before the glowing grate.
And gaze into the coals with wistful eyes.
As though by some strange alchemy, my fate
Might from the burning anthracite arise.
I used to picture out my foolish dreams
Of things that should be some bright future day;
Alas, to-night from ont the fire gleams
Only a vision of that passed away.
And yet, and yet, the picture that I see
Is dearer than the future e'er can bring-
Burn, burn, O coals, and keep it long for me,
While o'er its beauties I am lingering.
A face, a sweet, sweet face set in a frame
Of yellow hair with just a flame-like glow;
And eyes so dark, so deep am I to blame
For yearning o'er this face I used to know?
The fire is out, the hour is late--so late
I must stop dreaming, lest another day
Shall find me trying still to read my fate
In ashes when my picture's burned away.
DORA DENNISON.
BROKEN VOWS.
I.
Down in the castle meadow,
Under the old gray wall,
They are walking in fair May weather,
In the light of the young spring's fall.
Clear sunshine above and around them,
Wild silver and gold at their feet;
Ah, Heaven! that grief should be lying
'Neath a surface so sweet.
II.
Down in the castle meadow,
Under the old gray wall,
She is walking in fair May weather,
Alone--in the young spring's fall.
She heeds not the sunshine above her,
She sees not the silver and gold;
Ah, Heaven! that vows can be broken-
That love can grow cold!
ADA LOUISE MARTIN.
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NO.
"Won't you have a plate for that orange, Freddy?"
"No."
"No, what?"
"No fear!"
YES.
"Shall I give you ten cents?"
"Yes."
"Yes, if what?"
"Yes, if you haven't got any more?"
THE new play written especially for Hon. W. F. Cody is certain to win its way into popular favor as it is, though sensational, wholly devoid of the rough element so common in pieces of a like kind.
BO'SEN JAMES AND THE GREAT SEA-SARPINT.
THREE bold Sailormen all went a-sailin'
Out into the Northern Sea,
And they sterred Nor-West by three-quarters West,
Till they came to Norwegee.
They was three bold men as ever you'd see,
And these was their Christian names:
There was long-legged BILL and Curly DICK,
And the third was Bo'sen JAMES;-
And they went to catch the Great Sea-Sarpint,
Which they wished for to stop his games.
Long-legged BILL was in the main-top-a-watchin'
For Sea-Sarpints, starn and grim,
When through the lee-scupper bold Curly DICK peeped,
And he says, says he, "That's him!"
Then quickly down the rattlins the long-legged 'un slid,-
Which pale as a shrimp was he,-
While DICK he rolled forrard into the cuddy,
Where Bo'sen JAMES happened to be,
For JAMS he was what you'd call the ship's Cook,
And he was a-makin' the tea.
Then says Curly DICK, says he, "Bless my peepers!"
(Which his words were not quite those,)
"Here's the great Sea-Sarpint a-comin' aboard,
With a wart upon his nose!
Which his head's as big as the jolly-boat,
And his mouth's as wide as the Thames,
And his mane's as long as the best bower cable,
And his eyes like blazin' flames-
And he's comin' aboard right through the lee-scupper!"
"Belay there!" says Bo'sen JAMES.
Hows'ever, bold Bo'sen he went down to leeward,
While Curly DICK shook with funk;
And long-legged BILL he hid in the caboose,
A-yellin' "We'll all be sunk!"
You might a'most heard a marlinspike drop
As Bo'sen JAMES he looked out.
Then down through the scupper his head it went,
And there came a tremendous shout,
"Sea-Sarpint be blowed, ye darned landlubbers!
Who's left this ere mop hangin' out?"
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THE FLOOD. FROM THE PAINTING BY J. E. MILLIAS R. A.
OLIVES.
OKRA.