Apart, and yet together, Together, and yet apart, As the child may die at midnight, On the mother's living heart. So close come the two great cities, With only the river between; And the grass in the one is trampled, But the grass in the other is green. The hills with uncovered foreheads, Like the disciples meet, While ever the flowing water Is washing their hallowed feet. And out on the glassy ocean, The sails in the golden gloom Seem to me but the moving shadows Of the white enmarbled tomb. Anon from the hut and the palace, Anon, from early till late, They come, rich and poor, together, Asking alms at the beautiful gate. O silent city of refuge On the way to the city o'erhead! The gleam of thy marble milestones Tells the distance we are from the dead. Full of feet, but a city untrodden, Full of hands, but a city unbuilt, Full of strangers who know not even That their life-cup lies there, spilt. They know not the tomb from the palace, They dream not they ever have died; God be thanked, they _never will_ know it, Till they live, on the other side! SAMUEL MILLER HAGEMAN. [Illustration: A TROUBLESOME LITTLE HELPER.] _Volume 13, Number 15._ Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO. _Feb. 13, 1886._ THE PANSY. [Illustration: FRED, THINKING ABOUT IT.] THE ENGINE'S PUNISHMENT. WE were driving along to town one day-- Papa and I, behind "Old Gray," And our little Fred was along beside, Looking out o'er the fields, enjoying the ride. I was sitting back reading, contented and calm, While Fred had the whip held tight in his palm, And was snapping it round at urchins and dogs, And sometimes at only some old rotten logs. We were crossing the track, when we heard such a shout That all of us jumped, and looked quickly about, When we saw the old flagman as frantic and wild As a pea on a shovel that's hot; and his child Screamed out "Stop, O, stop! here comes the train!" Papa looked quickly out, then drew in the rein. I shut my eyes tight, and held to the seat, And I knew I could hear my frightened heart beat! A rush and a roar, a sudden pull back, A "toot! toot! toot! toot!" and a terrible crack; And I heard papa say, "Cheer up, little maid, For here we are, safe, so don't be afraid!" "But what was that crack?" when I'd quite got my breath, And all things around us were silent as death (Except the low rumble of the distant train, Which, when we were safe, had steamed off again). "Why, Katy, 'twas me!" and Fred turned in his place, "I whipped the old engine right in the face! I guess he won't scare us again so, do you? For I gave him a cut that just made him boo, hoo!"