But while her blue eyes tell me "Yes,"
She sayeth "No."
The maid well knows I would not dare
Try to escape her gentle snare.
And, if I really must confess,
I own I trust her lips far less
Than her blue eyes beyond compare.
She _sayeth_ "No."
BERTRAND A. SMALLEY.
_Dartmouth Literary Monthly._
~Silhouettes.~
Grandma's shadow on the wall,
Graceful figure, slim and tall,
Shadow of a maiden fair,
Lofty head, with rippling hair,
Nose "la Grecque" from Hebe stole:
Charming, very, on the whole,
Is this shadow on the wall,
Fifty years ago,--that's all.
Grandpa's shadow on the wall,
Straight this shadow is, and tall;
(Nose "la Roman," we might say)
Stately mien, and courtly way;
Now it's deeply bowing, oh!
But see! for kneeling low
Is this shadow on the wall,
Fifty years ago,--that's all.
* * * *
Grandma's shadow on the wall,
Bent this figure is, not tall;
Shadow in a rocking-chair,
Rocking gently,--now with care;
Now it nodding, nodding seems.
Do you think this shadow dreams
Of some shadows on the wall
Fifty years ago,--that's all?
ANNIE KNOWLTON PILLSBURY.
_Mount Holyoke_.
~Bread and Wine.~
All day work in the shops,
The weary tread
Of toil that knows no change.
And this is bread.
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