And from the crowd beneath, in accents wild, The stifling smoke-clouds lower in his path, Nay, not so fast; subdue these gloomy fears; Flung round her shrinking form to guard from harm. THE FISHERMAN'S SUMMONS. The sea is calling, calling! Wife, is there a log to spare? Fling it down on the hearth and call them in, I am loth to leave you all just yet; In the light and the noise I might forget The sea is calling, calling, I know each nook in the rocky strand, And the crimson weeds on the golden sand, How it keeps calling, calling! It is never a night to sail; I saw the "sea-dog" over the height, As I strained through the haze my failing sight, Yet it is calling, calling! It is hard on a soul, I say, To go fluttering out in the cold and the dark, Do you hear it calling, calling? At the herring fishery, but last year, When the broad sail shook like a withered leaf, Will it never stop calling, calling? Can't you sing a song by the hearth A heartsome stave of a merry glass, Or a gallant fight, or a bonny lass? Don't you care for your grand-dad just so much? You hear it calling, calling? She always did when the sea was up, But then, in its calling, calling, PASSING BY.-MISS MULOCK. "And they told him that Jesus of Nazareth passed by." Oh rich man! from your happy door To whom even heaven means only sleep, Is there a sinner, tired of sin, But all the gates of help are shut, Self-hardened man, of smooth, bland smile; Whom nothing save "the world" can move; Oh, all ye foolish ones! who feel Love's wave wash back from your tired feet, He must not pass. Hold Him secure- Of many a sick soul, sin-beguiled; Clasp Him-quite certain it is He In every form of misery: And when thou meet'st Him up on high, SORROWFUL TALE OF A HIRED GIRL.-JOHN QUILL. Mary Ann was a hired girl. She was called "hired," chiefly because she always objected to having her wages lowered. Mary Ann was of foreign extraction, and she said she was descended from a line of kings. But nobody ever saw her descend, although they admitted that there must have been a great descent from a king to Mary Ann. And Mary Ann never had any father and mother. As far as it could be ascertained, she was spontaneously born in an intelligence office. It was called an intelligence office because there was no intelligence about it, excepting an intelligent way they had of chiseling you out of two-dollar bills. The early youth of Mary Ann was passed in advertising for a place, and in sitting on a hard bench, dressed in a bonnet and speckled shawl and three-ply carpeting, sucking the end of her parasol. Her nose began well, and had evidently been conceived in an artistic spirit, but there seemed not to have been stuff enough, as it was left half-finished, and knocked upwards at the end. She said she would never live anywhere where they didn't have Brussels carpet in the kitchen, and a family that would take her to the sea-shore in summer. And as she knew absolutely nothing, she said she must have five dollars a week as a slight compensation for having to take the trouble to learn. Mary Ann was eccentric, and she would often boil her stockings in the tea-kettle, and wipe the dishes with her calico frock. Her brother was a bricklayer, and he used to send her letters sealed up with a dab of mortar, and it was thus, perhaps, she conceived the idea that hair was a good thing to mix in to hold things together, and so she always introduced some of her own into the biscuit. But Mary Ann was fond-yes, passionately fond of work. So much did she love it that she dilly-dallied with it, and seemed to hate to get it done. She was often very much absorbed in her work. In fact, she was an absorbing per son, and many other things were absorbed besides Mary Ann. Butter, beef, and eggs, were all absorbed, and nobody ever knew where they went to. And whenever Mary Ann had to make boned turkey, she used to bone the turkey so effectually that nobody could tell what had become of it. And if she so much as laid her little finger on a saucer, that identical saucer would immediately fall on the floor and be shattered to atoms. But Mary Ann would merely say that if the attraction of gravitation was very powerful in that spot she was not to blame for it, for she had no control over the laws of nature. Uncles seem to have been one of Mary Ann's weaknesses; for she had some twenty or thirty cousins, all males, who came to see her every night, and there was a mysterious and inexplicable connection between their visits and the condition of the pantry, which nobody could explain. There was something shadowy and obscure about it, for whenever Mary Ann's cousins came, there was always a fading away in the sugar-box, and low tide in the flour-barrel. It was strange-but true. Mary Ann was troubled with absence of mind, but this was not as strong a suit with her as absence of body, for her Sunday out used to come twice a week, and sometimes three times a week. But she always went to church, she said, and she thought it was right to neglect her work for her faith, for she believed that faith was better than works. But if the beginning of Mary Ann was strange, how extraordinary was her ending! She never died-Mary Ann was not one of your perishable kind. But she suddenly disappeared. One day she was there full of life and spirits and hope, and cooking wine, and the next day she wasn't, and the place that once knew her knew her no more. Where she went to, how she went, by what means she went, no one could tell; but it was regarded as a singular coincidence that eight napkins, a soup-ladle, five silver spoons, a bonnet, two dresses, two ear-rings, and a lot of valuable green-backs melted away at the same time, and it is supposed that the person who stole Mary Ann away must have captured these also. |