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His hoofs were shod with swiftness; where he ran
The multitude stood hushed in breathless awe,
Lo! a speck, -
THE THREE HORSEMEN.-[Trans. from the German.]
Three horsemen halted the inn before,
THE DIAMOND WEDDING.
Come sit close by my side, my darling,
Sit up very close to-night:
In mine, as tremulous quite.
As you did when 'twas shining gold:
Though they say we are very old. 'Tis seventy-five years to-night, wife,
Since we knelt at the altar low, And the fair young minister of God
(He died long years ago,) Pronounced us one, that Christmas eve
How short they've seemed to me,
And you are ninety-three.
A band of purest gold;
On the withered hand I hold.
That o'er my vision come! First of all is the merry childreu
That once made glad our home. There was Benny, our darling Benny,
Our first-born pledge of bliss, As beautiful a boy as ever
Felt a mother's loving kiss.
Like a floweret day by day-
Was calling him away.
As I bowed beneath the stroke;
I knew was almost broke.
(There are five now, instead of one), And we've learned, when our Father chastens,
To say, “Thy will be done."
Just spared from the courts of heaven--
God took as soon as he'd given.
Then Katie, our gentle Katie!
We thought her very fair,
And her curls of auburn hair.
(I thought it were you instead): But her ashen lips kissed her first-born,
And mother and child were dead. We said that of all our number
We had two, our pride and stayTwo noble boys, Fred and Harry ;
But God thought the other way. Far away, on the plains of Shiloh,
Fred sleeps in an unknown grave: With his ship and noble sailors
Harry sank beneath the wave. So sit closer, darling, closer
Let me clasp your hand in mine: Alone we commenced life's journey,
Alone we are left behind. Your hair, once gold, to silver
They say by age has grown; But I know it has caught its whiteness
From the halo round His throne. They give us a diamond wedding
This Christmas eve, dear wife; But I know your orange-blossoms
Will be a crown of life.
'Tis dark; the lamps should be lighted;
And your hand has grown so cold,
But, then, we are very old.
Perhaps the guests have come.
I know them, every one.
On that Christmas eve they found them,
Their hands together clasped; But they never knew their children
Had been their wedding guests. With her head upon his bosom,
That had never ceased its love, They held their diamond wedding
In the mansion house above.
MARK TWAIN'S WATCH.-S. L. CLEMENS.
My beautiful new watch had run eighteen months without losing or gaining, and without breaking any part of its machinery, or stopping. I had come to believe it infallible in its judgments about the time of day, and to consider its constitution and its anatomy im perishable. But at last, one night, I let it run down. I grieved about it as if it were a recognized messenger and forerunner of calamity. But byand-by I cheered up, set the watch by guess, and commanded my bodings and superstitions to depart. Next day I stepped into the chief jeweler's to set it by the exact time, and the head of the establishment took it out of my hand and proceeded to set it for me. Then he said, “She is four minutes slow-regulator wants pushing up." I tried to stop himtried to make him understand that the watch kept perfect time. But no; all this human cabbage could see was that the watch was four minutes slow, and the regulator must be pushed up a little; and so, while I danced around him in anguish, and implored him to let the watch alone, he calmly and cruelly did the shameful deed. My watch began to gain. It gained faster and faster day by day. Within the week it sickened to a raging fever, and its pulse went up to a hundred and fifty in the shade. At the end of two months it had left all the timepieces of the town far in the rear, and was a fraction over thirteen days ahead of the almanac. It was away into November enjoying the snow, while the October leaves were still turning. It hurried
up house rent, bills payable, and such things, in such a ruinous way that I could not abide it. I took it to the watchmaker to be regulated. He asked me if I had ever had it repaired. I said no, it had never needed any repairing. He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the watch open, and then put a small dice box into his eye and peered into its machinery. He said it wanted cleaning and oiling, besides regulating-come in a week. After being cleaned, and oiled, and regulated, my watch slowed down to that degree that it ticked like a tolling bell. I began to be left by trains, I failed all appointments, I got to missing my