GONE WITH A HANDSOMER MAN. FROM FARM BALLADS. I've lived with you six months, John, and so far I've been true; But I'm going away to-day with a handsomer man than you." 'VE worked in the field all I've choked a dozen swears han'somer man than me! Why, that There's han'somer men than me go past here every day. When the plough-p'int struck There's han'somer men than me--I ain't of a stone and the handles the han'some kind; never find. Good God! my wife is gone! my wife is As sure as the world goes on, there'll come gone astray! a time when she The letter it says, "Good-bye, for I'm a-go- Will read the devilish heart of that han'somer man than me; ing away; And there'll be a time when he will find, as | Ah, here is her kitchen dress! it makes my And here are her weekday shoes, and there is her weekday hat, And yonder's her weddin'-gown: I wonder she didn't take that. 'Twas only this mornin' she came and called me her" dearest dear,' And said I was makin' for her a regular paradise here; O God! if you want a man to sense the pains of hell, Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven a spell! Good-bye! I wish that death had severed us two apart. You've lost a worshipper here, you've crushed I'll worship no woman again; but I guess And kneel as you used to kneel before you run away. And if I thought I could bring my words on And if I thought I had some little influence I would pray that I might be, if it only could be so, I'll take my hard words back, nor make a As happy and gay as I was a half an hour bad matter worse; She'll have trouble enough; she shall not have my curse; ago. JANE (entering). But I'll live a life so square-and I well Why, John, what a litter here! you've know that I canthrown things all around! That she always will sorry be that she went Come, what's the matter now? and what've with that han'somer man. you lost or found? And here's my father here, a-waiting for A race of slaves; he sets, and his last beam Ha! ha! Pa, take a seat, while I put the Of petty tyrants, feudal despots, lords kettle on, And get things ready for tea, and kiss my Strong in some hundred spearmen, only great In that strange spell a name. Each hour dark fraud dear old John.— Come, Why, John, you look so strange! JOHN (aside). Well, now, if this ain't a joke, with rather a bitter cream! Or open rapine or protected murder Was struck-struck like a dog-by one who wore The badge of Ursini, because, forsooth, It seems as if I'd woke from a mighty tick- He tossed not high his ready cap in air smiles at me so queer; I hope she don't! Good Lord! I hope that they didn't hear ! not The stain away in blood? Such shames are common. 'Twas one of her practical drives-she I have known deeper wrongs-I, that speak thought I'd understand! to ye: But I'll never break sod again till I get the I had a brother once, a gracious boy lay of the land. But one thing's settled with me-to appre- Of sweet and quiet joy; there was the look Of heaven upon his face which limners give ciate heaven well, 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen To the beloved disciple. How I loved minutes of hell. WILL CARLETON. RIENZI TO THE ROMANS. FRIENDS, I come not here to talk. Ye know too well Have ye brave sons? To see them die! Have ye fair daughters? And the dismal screech of the owl is heard To see them live, torn from your arms, But the selfsame spot thou coverest distained, Dishonored! With the dwellings of the poor, dare call for jus- And a thousand happy hearts enjoy What one usurped before. And if ye tice, Be answered by the lash! Yet this is Rome, That sat on her seven hills and from her throne 'Tis true thy progress layeth Full many a loved one low, Of beauty ruled the world! Yet we are And for the brave and beautiful Romans! Why, in that elder day to be a Roman MARY RUSSELL MITFORD. Thou hast caused our tears to flow; Nor thou nor we can stay, WILLIAM H. TIMROD. TIME, THE OLD TRAVELLER. THEY slander thee, old Traveller, In thy wantonness of might; Before thy restless wings Thou passest o'er the battle-field Where the dead lie stiff and stark, THE PAINTER. LEST men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view; The traveller leaping o'er those bounds They take the strongest praise on trust; So very like a painter drew |