She bent by the dead, and tenderly said: "Poor child, you went astray; Your heart and mind were both born blind-- No wonder they lost their way! Angels, I know, had fallen as low With such a dismal chance. Your heart was ironed, your soul environed, You were barred of all advance! Cursed from the very beginning With deeds that others have done, 'More sinned against than sinning'-- And so is every one!" [_From Farmer Harrington's Calendar._] MAY 24, 18--. The Lord gave Water quite a good-sized start-- Three-fourths of this world's homestead for its part; But lawyers are not needed to convince That Water has been losing ever since. The reason is not hard to understand: For God's most knowing creatures live on land, And, naturally, every chance they get, Find some new means to keep them from the wet. The farms their dykes have from the ocean won; The ground men make to build their cities on; The bridge that from the river shelters me; The ships--great travelling bridges of the sea-- All are an effort of ambitious man To make this world as solid as he can. These thoughts, to-day, all through my mind would run, While looking at a bridge they've just got done, Which takes a man, dry shod, from shore to shore-- A matter of a good long mile or more. I can't describe it; but I'll let the papers (Who tell _some_ truth, 'mid all their fancy capers) To my old scrap-book give of it a taste (What I can't do with ink I'll do with paste). [_From Arthur Selwyn's Note-book._] [THE WEDDING OF THE TOWNS.][5] Let all of the bells ring clear, And all of the flags be seen; The King of the Western Hemisphere Has married the Island Queen! For years he watched and waited Along the river side, And vowed that she was fated To be his own fair bride; Full many a night he wooed her Upon her lofty throne, And he hath long pursued her, To make the prize his own; Nor thankless his endeavor, Nor coy the royal maid, But, like true-love's course ever, The banns were long delayed! * * * * * And boys to men had grown, And men their graves had sought; The gulf was yet between them thrown, And the wooing came to nought. Though couriers oft were dashing 'Twixt him and his adored, Still was the river flashing Between them like a sword. In heart they well were mated; And patiently and long They for each other waited-- These lovers true and strong. Let never a flag be hidden! Let never a bell be dumb! The guests have all been bidden-- The wedding-day has come!