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Them and their works in the same class you'll find;
In a certain small town on the Mississippi lived a man who made horse-trading a business. He bought up horses for a city market, and was considered pretty good on a trade. One day a long, lean, queer, green-looking specimen of the western country, arrived at the dock with a boat load of horses. He inquired for the horse jockey.
“Daddy sent me down with some horses,” he said, in a half-idiotic tone.
“Let me go down and look at your liorses,” said Brown, and accordingly they were soon on the boat.
Brown examined the horses, and named the price he would give for this one and that, and the country bumpkin mude no objections, although some of the offers were not more than one-half of the real value of the animal. One of the bystanders gently suggested to the countryman that he was being cheated, but he returned:
“Daddy said Brown would set the price himself.” And so Brown had it all his own way.
At last they came to an animal which did not look much superior to the rest. “I must have more for that anermal," said he,
daddy says he can run some.”
Run!” said Brown, “that nag can't run worth a cent."
Why, I've got one up at the stables that can beat it all hollow."
“ Guess not,” said the fellow, “ Let's try 'em. I'll bet the whole boat-load of horses on 'em."
“I'll stake five thousand dollars against your boat-load," said Brown, winking to the crowd, “and these men,” select. ing two, “shall hold the stakes.”
Brown's tive thousand was entrusted to one, and the other went on board the horse-boat.
One of the crowd started to remonstrate with the poor idiotic fellow, but he only responded :
“Golly! dad told me he could run some, and daddy ought to lose 'em if he was such a tarnal fool to tell me that when he couldn't."
Brown's sleek racer was brought down, and Brown mounted him. The countryman led out his animal and climbed on his back, looking as uncouth and awkward as the horse he proposed to ride.
The word was given, and they started amid the laughter of the crowd. At first Brown was ahead, and it looked as though the poʻir fellow was to be badly beaten, when his horse suddenly plunged forward and the jockey was left far behind. Such going had not been seen in those parts for a long time, and poor Brown was crestfallen, as the cheers of the bystanders fell on his ears.
“I'll take the spondulix,” said the countryman, riding up, "da-l was right. The anermal can get around a little.”
Brown tried to say it was all a joke, but the fellow would have his money.
guess I won't trade to-day,” he said, as he put it in his old, rough leather pocket-book.“ I'll go back to daddy.”
In vain Brown tried to induce him to trade, but he pushed off his boat resolutely saying, “I'd best go back and telldaddy."
Brown was completely “sold,” for he knew at once that the green countryman was shrewder than people imagined him, and just came there purposely to win his money from him. Next time he didn't ridicule a horse that “ daddy said could run some."
“NOW !"-FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.
A night of danger on the sea,
Of sleeplessness and fear;
Against the strong stone pier;
And a grim and gathering might,
All through that awful night.
Which come with the morning tide,
How quietly they ride!
Though watched with breathless fear;
It is safe inside the pier!
Out on the howling sea;
As in death-agony.
She has missed the only way.
Their wrecked and shattered prey.
As over the deck they dash,
Waiting the final crash.
Those perishing men to reach?
That else must be death to each.
There are daring hearts and powerful arms
And swift and steady feet, And they rush as down to a yawning grave. In the strong recoil of the mightiest wave, Treading that awful path to save
As they trod a homeward street. Over the bowlders and foam they rush
Into the ghastly hollow;
As the shouts of quick hope follow. Reached, but not saved; there is more to do,
A trumpet note is heard;
Rings out the guiding word,
All can be saved, ---but how? The rope hold fust, but quit the mast
At the trumpet signal, “Now !"
Has spent its furious strength,
Gathering force again to hurl
That moment comes at lengto.
And the answering leap is made.
The strange command obeyed ! For the rope is good, and the stout arms pull,
Ere the brief storm lull is o'er;
And the men are safe on shore.
Sate! though the waves dash high;
Is pierced with a sudden cry! “There are but four drawn up to the shore,
And five were on the deck!" And the straining gaze that conquers gloom, Still traces, drifting on to doom,
One me ni upon the wreck.
The far-recoiling wave;
The one they strive to save.
Aguin and yet again :
And roar, “In vain, in vain!"
Then a giant wave takes up the wreck,
And bears it on its crest;
In horrible arrest.
By lightning flash uplit,
That he has not dared to quit.
flash inward fire,
A token sure and dire.
The wreck is scattered wide;
With the receding tide.
LOVE ON THE HALF SHELL.-PELEG ARKWRIGHT,
A BALLAD OF OYSTER BAY.
And never calc'lated to be;
Except to Belinda and me;
In regards to them I am free
There is few that can lay over me.
It isn't the point I would make,
And uncommonly wide awake;
It won't lay quiet, you see;
That's took an affection for me.
Just cast your eye over this frame!
Which characterizes the same?
I shouldn't make much of a stir :
So long as I'm pleasiiiutur.