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ISO TCST CHART No. 2) ^ APPLIED IIVMGE I, nc 1653 East Main Streei Rochester, New York 146C9 (716) 482 -0300 -Phone (716) 288-5989 -Fox USA L 4 ■•Vb''^^'' '''■' oi ^ ^Vwhir;v«.v\Q.ii^, ROYAL TEMPLAR PLATFORM, -••► A COLLECTION OF oficabi'ni^c^ ai^b cfincitatioi^.^ FOR Council and Lodge, Social Entertainments AND Public Meetings. HAMILTON, ONT. : Royal Templar Book and Publishing House. 1092, HAMILTON PUBLIC LIBRARV ill M '.1 . MAR i 2 1965 J^'^ ^miroN PUBLIC lumf.^ CONTENTS. , Page. Burial, The Drummer Boy's 6 Bells, The 9 Better Than Diamonds 15 Bar, The Song of The 18 Burial of Moses 55 Biter Bit 72 Beautiful Snow 114 Baggage Smasher, Ye 117 Bartender's Manual , 26 Come Join Our Crew 5 Choose You This Day Whom You Will Serve 14 Charge of The Heavy Brigade 20 Christmas Eve, A Vision of 106 Canadian Home, My Own no Drummer Boy's Burial, The , 6 Drunkard's Wife, The 7 Doctor's Story 6i DuD«, A 98 Eternal Goodness 67 Farmer Stebbins on Rollers 51 Fighting Sergeant 32 Financial Statement 125 Grandmother's Reverie in Ginger Beer 113 Heavy Brigade, Charge ok The 20 Insane, He Swept the Keys 86 If I Were a Man, My Colors or 97 Just Continner 116 Josh Billings on Lager Beer 119 Contents. Page Legend of Lady's Tower ^^ Laboring Men 5^ Let There Be Light jq. Leader Wanted ,q- Lager Beer i ig My Colors, or If I Were a Man gj My Own Canadian Home no Mule Story ,2| No Half- Way Doin's ,00 One Hoss Shay iq Poor Voter on Election Day 55 Prohibition Army .107 Quebec g^ Song of the Bar ,g Song of The Mountain Rili 126 Settler's Story 22 Spanish Armada ,7 Selling Out -e Story of Santa Claus gg Smith — Superabundant g| Seth and His Pound of Butter ,22 Three Lovers -- Templar Search Light J24 Uncle Simon's Advice to a Young Man ... 46 Visions of Peace -q Victory g- Victim's Turn, The ,q, Vision of Christmas Eve , jog Vas Marriage a Failure ...:... log Wonderful One Hoss Shay .• 10 Wreck of the Jule la Plante 90 Whose Pbesness Vas It ? ^ qq Ye Baggage Smasher ... _. .^ u- HAMILTON PUBLIC LIBRARK^l Page ■ 34 ■ 63 .104 .105 .119 ■ 97 .110 .121 .100 . 10 . 66 .107 93 18 126 , 22 57 75 88 91 122 77 124 46 70 85 lOI 106 109 10 90 99 117 ROYAL TEMPLAR PLATFORM oncaoinao awb Siccitatiovix COME JOIN OUR CREW. Our Royal Templar ship's on the wide flowing sea ; Nailed to mast, her proud flag floats o'er faithful and free; Hope shines in our sky, and in Love we unite. While Truth, the safe compass, directs day and night. We fear not the breakers, no storm can o'erwhelm, For Christ is our Captain, He stands at the helm ; " God with us " our war cry, we shHnk not from foe, To the ends of the earth our staunch vessel shall go. # • There is room for you all, come aboard her to-night ; The cair- needs your help, come and fight for the righ , Take our vows, join our ranks, by the Truth be made free. And the happiest crew in the world we shall be. Come now take our pledge, come now join our crew, And always be ready, ^^ Steady, boys, steady, ^ To battle for temp'rance, to dare and to do. u fl- 1 -~?A ; h 6 Rayal Templar Platform, THE DRUMMER BOY'S BURIAL. HinNEY V. KENDALL, Suggested by a picture in the Royal Academy, of two soldiers burying a drummer on the battle field at midnight. " Only a drummer," the soldier said, As his lantern gleamed on the face of the dead. And around him thick were lying The stark and still and weak, or shrill Came the cries of wounded and dying, "Only a drummer !' Yet comrade, stay, He is one of the brave who have died to-day ; In the price of the day he has paid his part With the fire of his soul and the blood of his heart. All that remain now the night has come Are a mangled form and a broken drum. Only a drummer, you say. Only a drummer boy. What could he do With a frame like his among men like you. Not his to guide the charging steed. Or the roaring shell on its errand speed, Not his to flash the levelled steel Through battle sn.jke till foemen reel ; Yet even a drummer had work to do. And the roll of his drum, so firm and true, Was the pulse of the army the whole day through. Now the battle is over, and there he lies On the blood-stained field, under midnight skies. When we saw him last — I remember well How the camp was roused by the sharp revielle, When from the earth the soldier sprang, His heart with ardour bounding. He heard, through the loud and martial clang. The war-drum's note resounding. Then there was mounting in haste the steed, Then there was hurrying forth with speed. Royal Templar Platform. THE liELLS. KDOAK POK, Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells ! What a world of nicrrinient their melody fortells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. In the icy air of night ! AVhile the stars that oversprinkle -^' All the heavens, seem to tv/inkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintii-ibiilation th:it so musically swelK From tile bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells. From the jingling and the tingling of the bells. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells.' What a world of happiness their harmony foretells' Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten gold n notes, All in tune. To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon ! Oh, from out the sounding cells. What a gush of euphony voluminoub' • wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the rinnn? Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells. Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chimirig of the bells I 'mm^/mmm'&nimg, ■li .*^ ■. 1 10 Royal Templar Platform. Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells. In the startled air of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak They can only shriek and shriek, Out of tune. In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation to the mad and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a resolute endeavor. Now — now to sit, or never. By the'side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells, What a tale their terror tells Of despair ! How they clang and clash and roar ! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air ! Yet the enr too fully knows. By the twanging. And the clanging. How the danger ebbs and flows ; Still the ear distinctly tells In the jangling. And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells. By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells. Of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells. Bells, bells, bells — THE WONDERFUL "ONE HOSS SHAY." OLIVER WBNDBLIi HOLMES. Have you heard of the wonderful one boss shay, That was built in such a logical way, ■f icy tells. f the fire, "rantic fire, of the bells, 5 SHAY." lay, Royal Templar Platform. It ian a hundred years, to a day, , And then of a sudden it — ah, but stay ! I'll tell you what happened without delay. Scaring the parson into fits. Frightening the people out of their wits — Have you never heard of that, I say ? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five, Georgius Secondus was then alive. Snuffy old drone from the German hive. That was the year when Lisbon-town Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown — Left without n scalp to its crown. It was on the "rible earthquake day, That the dea.;v.,i finished the one boss shay. Now, in building of chaises I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring, or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor or sill. In screw, bolt, thorough brace— lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, Above or below, within or without. And that is the reason, beyond a doubt, The chaise />nah' dtmm, but doesn't ivear out, And the deacon swore (as deacons do), With an " I dew vum," and an "I tell yeou," He would build one shay to beat the taown, 'n the keountry 'n all the kentry 'raoum ; It should be so built that it couldn't come daoun, "Fur," said the deacon, " 'ts mighty plain. That the weakes' place must stan' the strain, 'n the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest. So the deacon enquired of the village folk. Where he could find the strongest oak, II Mir I; I. / 12 Royal Templar Platform. That couldn't be split, nor bent, nor broke — That was for spokes, and floor and sills. He sent for lance-wood to make the thills ; His cross-bars were ash from the straightest trees, The panels of white wood that cuts like cheese. But lasts like iron for things like these ; The hubs from logs of " Settler's ellum," Last of his timber — they couldn't sell 'em ; Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery tips ; Step and prop iron, bolt and screw. Spring, tire,, axle, and linch-pin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue, Thorough brace bison skin thick and wide ; Boot, top, dasher from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he " put her through ;" " Thar !" said the deacon, " naow she'll dew." Do ! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, nothing less ! Colts grew horses, beards turned grey, Deacon and deaconess passed away. Children and grandchildren — where were they ? But there stood the stout old one boss shay, As fresh as on Lisbon earthquake day. Eighteen hundred — it came and found The deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten, " Hahnsum kerridge " they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came — Running, as usual, much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive. And then come fifty and fifty-five. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundreth year Without both feeling and looking queer, trees, ese, sy? Royal Templar Platform. In fact, there is nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. J^i'rs^ of November~\hG. earthquake day- There are traces of age in the one hoss shay. A general flavor of mild decay, But nothing local, as one may say. There couldn't be— for the deacon's art Had made them the same in every part. There was not a chance for one to start, For the wheels were just as strong as the thills. And the floor was just as strong as the sills. And the panels just as strong as the floor. And the whipple-tree neither less nor more. And the back crossbars as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet as a whole it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out! First of November, fifty five, This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way, Here comes the wonderful one horse shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "• Huddupp," said the parson— off" went they. The parson was working his Sunday text. Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed. At what the — Moses — is coming next. All at once the horse stood still. Close by the meeting house on the hill, First a shiver and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill, And the parson was sitting upon a rock, At half past nine by the meetinghouse clock. Just the hour of the earthquake shock ! What do you think the parson found When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap, or mound, As though jt had been to the mill and ground. You see, of course, if your not a dunce. 13 u 14 Royal Templar Platform. How it went to pieces all at once — All at once, and nothing first, Just as bubbles do when they burst. End of the wonderful one hoss shay, Logic is logic — that's all I say. iff CHOOSE YOU THIS DAY WHOM YOU WILL SERVE. [ADAPTED.] Yes, tyrants, you hate us, and fear while you hate, The self-ruling, chain-breaking, throne-shaking state ; The night-bird dreads morning — your instinct is true, Immanuel's rising brings midnight for you. Why plead with the deaf for the cause of mankind ? The owl hoots at noon that the eagle is blind ! We ask not your reasons — 'twere wasting our time — Our flag is your terror, our banding a crime. We have battles to fight, we have foes to subdue, Time waits not for us and we wait not for you. The mower mows on, though the adder may writhe. And the copper head coil round the blade of his scythe I To fa"or your quarrel your leaders may urge The needs of the revenue drawn from the scourge. The church and the cowl in your ranks are arrayed, And the legions of Hell gather fast to your aid. We kneel in God's temple, the east and the west. With fire in each spirit and hope in each breast ; Whose cry shall be answered ? Ye Heavens attend The lords of the still as their voices ascend. " Oh Lord, we are shaped on the image of Thee, Smite down the base drunkards who hope to be free, And lend Thy strong arm to the rum-selling race Who eat not their bread in the svv cat of their face." OM YOU I hate, ng state ; ct is true, nkind ? i! r time — bdue, DU. writhe, if his scythe ! ourge. irrayed, lid. west, iast; attend ?hee, be free, race r face." Royal Templar Platform. So pleads the distiller ; what echoes are these ? The roar of the bar-room is borne on the breeze And lost in the shriek of his victim's despair, * His voice dies unheard. Hear the Templar's prayer [ ''Oh Lord, that didst smother mankind in Thy flood, The sun is as sackcloth, the moon is as blood. The stars fall to earth as untimely are cast The figs from the fig tree that shakes in the blast. " All nations, all tribes, in whose nostrils is breath, Stand gazing at Sin as she travails with Death ! Lord strangle the dragon that struggles to birth. Or mock us no more with Thy " Kingdom on Earth." If the rampant Red Dragon must reign in the land • Thou gavest Thy people so fresh from Thy hand. Then summon old Bacchus once more from his tomb, To be the new god for the empire of Rum." Whose God will ye serve, O ye rulers of men, Will ye build you new shrines in the :am-seller's den ? Or bow with the Templars and pray as they call On the Judge of the earth and the Father of all ? Choose wisely, choose quickly, for time moves apace, Each day is an age in the life of our race. Lord lead them in love, ere they hasten in fear. From the fast rising flood that shall girdle the sphere. 15 BETTER THAN DIAMONDS. I WAS standing in the broad, crowded street of a large city. It was a cold winter's day. There had been rain; and although the sun was shining brightly, yet the long icicles hung from the eaves of the houses, and the wheels rumbled loudly as they passed over the ground. There was a clear, bright look, and a cold, bracing feeling in the air, and a keen northwest wind, which quickened every step. i i6 J ' Biir ■"ji.:i f m Royal Templar Platform. Just then a little child came running along a poor, ill-clad child ; her clothes were scant and threadbare ; she had no cloak and no shawl, and her little bare feet looked red and suffering. She could not have been more than eight years old. She carried a bundle in her hand. Poor little shivering child ! I pitied her. As she passed me her foot slipped, and she fell with a cry of pain ; but she held the bundle tightly in her hand, and, jumping up, although she limped sadly, endeavored to run as before. ' Stop ! little girl, stop !' said a sweet voice ; and a beautiful woman, wrapped in a huge shawl and with furs arouijd her, came out of a jeweller's store close by. * Poor little child,' she said, ' are you hurt ? Sit down ori this step and tell me.' How I loved her; and how beautiful she looked ! * Oh, I can not,' said the little child, ' I can not wait — I am in such a hurry. I have been to the shoe- maker's, and mother must finish this work to-night, or she will never get any more shoes to bind.' * To-night?' said the beautiful woman, ' to-night?' ' Yes,' said the child, for the stranger's kind manner had made her bold, « yes, for the great ball to-night ; and these satin slippers must be spangled ; and — ' The beautiful woman took the bundle from the child's hand and unrolled it. You do not know why her face flushed and then turned pale ; but I, yes I, looked into the bundle, and on the inside of a slipper I saw a name — a lady's name written, but I shall not tell it. 'And where does your mother live, little girl ?' So the child told her where ; and then she told her that her father was dead, and that her little brother was sick, and that her mother bound shoes that they might have bread ; but that sometimes they were very cold, and that her mother sometimes cried because she had no money to buy milk for her ittle brother. And then I saw that the lady's eyes were full of tears ; and she rolled up the bundle quickly, and save it back to ilong — a poor, nd threadbare ; little bare feet not have been a bundle in her »itied her. As fell with a cry ly in her hand, lly, endeavored voice; and a lawl and with store close by. irt ? Sit down le looked ! [ can not wait I to the shoe- rk to-night, or d.' ' to-night ?' < kind manner ball to-night; : ; and — ' om the child's ' why her face I, looked into I saw a name ell it. e girl ?' she told her little brother oes that they ley were very i because she irother. And of tears ; and 'e it back to Royal Templar Platform. 17 the little girl ; and, turning away, went back into the store from which she had just come out. As phe went away I saw the glitter of a diamond pin. Presently she came back, and, stepping into a handsome carriage, rolled off. The little girl looked after her a moment and then, with her little bare feet colder than they were before, ran quickly away. I followed the little girl to a narrow damp street, and mto a small, dark room ; I there saw her mother— her sad, faded mother, but with a face so sweet, so patient — hushing and soothing a sick baby. And the baby slept, and the mother laid it on her lap ; and the bundle was unrolled, and a dim candle helped her with her work; for though it was not night, yet her room was very dark. Then, after a while, she kissed her little girl and bade her warm her poor frozen feet over the scanty fire in the grate, and gave her a little piece of bread ; for she had no more, and then she heard her say her evening prayer, and folded her tenderly to her bosom, blessed her, and told her that the angels would take care of her. And the little child slept and dreamed- -oh ! such pleasant dreams— of warm stockings and new shoes • but the mother sewed alone, and as the brigh.^ spangles ghttered on the satin slippers, came there no repining mto the heart ? When she thought of the child's bare, cold feet, and of the scant morsel of dry bread, that had not satisfied her hunger, came there no visions of a bright room and gorgeous clothing, and a table loaded with ah that was good, a little portion of which spared to her would give warmth and comfort to her humble dwelling ? If such thoughts ever came, and others, of a pleasant <:ottage, and of one who had dearly loved her, and whose strong arm had kept want and trouble from her and her babes, but who could never come back— if these thoughts did come repiningly, there also came another, and the widow's hands were clasped in deep i%'fM«...ai I*- m M i8 Royal Templar Platform. contrition as I heard her say, "Father, forgive me, for Thou doest all things well, and I will trust to Thee." Just then the door opened softly, and some one entered. Was it an angel ? Her dress was spotless white, and she moved with a noiseless step. She went to the bed where the sleeping child lay, and covered it with soft, warm blankets. Then presently a fire sparkled and blazed there, such as the little grate had never known before. Then a huge loaf was placed upon the table, and fresh milk for the sick babe. Then she passed gently before the mother, and, drawing the unfinished slipper from her hand, placed there a purse of gold, and said, in a voice like music, "Bless thy God, who is the God of the widow and the fatherless !" and she was gone, only as she went out I heard her say, "Better than diamonds— better than diamonds!" Whom could she mean? I looked at the mother. With clasped hands and streaming eyes she blessed her God, who had sent an angel to comfort her. So I went too ; and I went to a bright room where were music and dancing, and sweet flowers ; and I saw the young, happy faces of those who were there, and beautiful dresses sparkling with jewels ; but none that I knew, until one passed me whose dress was of simple white, with only a rose-bud on her bosom, and whose voice was like the sweet sound of a silver lute. No spangled slipper was on her foot, but she moved as one that treadeth upon the air, and the divine beauty of- holmess had so glorified her face that I felt, as I gazed upon her, that she was almost an angel of God. THE SONG OF THE BAR. ADAPTED BV 8. C. KENDALL. With garments ragged and thin. With eye-lids heavy and red, n. . ler, forgive me, 1 trust to Thee." and some one ss was spotless step. She went and covered it resently a fire little grate had oaf was placed ick babe. 2 mother, and, )r hand, placed )ice like music, widow and the ihe went out I Is — better than ^ I looked at streaming eyes mgel to comfort ht room where ers ; and I saw .^ere there, and but none that s was of simple Dm, and whose ilver lute. No ; moved as one ivine beauty of- felt, as I gazed of God. 5AR. Royal Templar Platform. 19 A drunkard on the bar-room bench And wished that he were dead. In his maudlin, drunken mood, He thought himself alone, And he sang the dismal song of the bar In a sad and terrible tone : " Drink— drink-drink ! though a thousand fathers die. Drink— drink— drink ! though a thousand children cry, Drink— drink— drink ! though wives and mother's lament, Drmk— drink— drink ! though millions of money are spent. Drink— drink— drink ! from the time I was young and fair, And all I have gained is a tarnished name, and a pain too great to bear. A tarnished name, a load of shame, A darkening cloud of dread ; Squandering fast on a filthy lust The price of my children's bread. Drink— drink— drink ! rum, and brandy, and gin ;, Desolate homes and broken hearts, and thousands lost in sin. Thousands sinking in sin, with never a hand to stay Their swift descent, but many to push them on in their downward way. Drink— drink— drink ! to struggle, to strive and fall ; Oh, why is humanity tempted so ? Why have we bar-rooms at all ? 'Tis all for the revenue's sake. The nation's treasury needs This price of blood, and it matters not If the heart of the nation bleeds. Drink— drink— drink ! misery, murder, and crime Are all the blessings I've seen in thee from my youth to the present time. Misery, murder, and crime, crime, murder, and woe. Oh, would I had known in my younger days the horrors that now I know." II I! >i I 20 Royal Templar Platform. Weary and weak, and worn, drunk and ready to die, They flung him out through the bar-room door in the frozen street to lie, And still with failing voice, till he died in the street alone He sang the song of the bar with a sad and terrible tone! CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE. TRNNYHON. I. The charge of the gallant Three Hundred, the Heavy Brigade. ^ Down tiie hill, down the hill, thousands of Russians, Thousands of horseme.o drew to the valley— and stayed. For Scarlet and Scarlet's Three Hundred were riding by When the pomts of the Russian lances broke in on the sky; And he called "Left wheel into line !" and they wheeled and obeyed. Then he looked at the host that had halted, he knew not why. And he turned half round, and he bade his trumpeter sound " To the charge !" and he rode on ahead as he waved his blade To the gallant Three Hundred, whose glory will nev^- die, *' Follow, and up the hill !" Up the hill, up the hill followed the Heavy Brigade. II. The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of the fight ! Down the hill slowly thousands of Russians Drew to the valley and halted at last on the height With a wing pushed out to the left and a wing to the right. I Royal Templar Platform. 21 But Scarlet was far on ahead and he dashed up, alone. Ihrough the great gray slope of men ; And he whirled his sabre ; he held his own Like an Englishman there and then. And the three that were nearest him followed with force Wedged themselves in between horse and horse ' Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made ^our amid thousands ; and up the hill, up the hill Galloped the gallant Three Hundred, the Heavy Brigade. Ill Fell, like a cannon-shot, Burst like a thunderbolt. Crashed like a hurricane. Broke through the mass from below. Drove through the midst of the foe. Plunged up and down, to and fro, Rode flashing blow upon blow. Brave Inniskillings and Greys, Whirling their sabres in circles of light. And some of us all in amaze. Who were held for awhile from the fight And were only standing to gaze. When the dark muffled Russian crowd Folded its wings from the left and the right And rolled them around like a cloud — Oh ! mad for the charge and the battle were we When our own good red coats sank from sight, Like drops of blood in a dark gray sea; And we turned to each other muttering all dismayed ; Lost are the gallant Three Hundred, the Heavy Brigade !" IV But they rode like victors and lords Through the forest of lances and swords : In the heart of the Russian hordes They rode, or they stood at bay ; HAMILTON PUBLIC LIBRARV ^*w»*^ '■'^*-v»««*»- I M 4 i i il : ! ■ J 22 Royal Templay Platform. Struck with the sword haiK and Aqw ; Down with the bridle hand drew The foe from the saddle and threw Under foot there in the fray ; Raged like a storm, or stood like a rock In the wave of a stormy day ; Till suddenly shock upon shock Staggered the mass from without ; For our men galloped up with a cheer and a shout, And the Russians surged and wa\ ercd and reeled Over the brow and away. Glory to each, and to all, the charge that they made ; Glory to all the Three Hundred, the Heavy Brigade. THE SETTLER'S STORY. WILL CARLKTON. A han'some night, with the trees snowwhite, And the time, say ten or more — Saw wife and me with well-fed glee, Drive home from Jackson's store. There was wife and I— no others by — Our horses and our sleigh. And the moon went along with its lantern strong, And lit us light as day, We'd made roads good drawing logs and wood For thirty years ago. And the wear and tear had sustained repair From Road Cotnunssionrv Snow. As we trotted alon^^ cw- ,-,vo threa'' srijig Wove in with 'i. slo'^h i, ell's chimes. Our laugh run free and it seemed to me We was havin' fust rate times. I said "fust rate " but I did not say 't On a thoroughly thorough plan ; HAMILTON PUBLIC L,, .n(?yi^ lew ; w a rock leer and a .hout, ered and reeled lat they made ; [eavy Brigade. )RY. owwhite, lantern strong, s and wood d repair I me 't Royal Templar Platform. I had won my wife in legitimate strife, Away from her first young man. Twas a perfect rout and a fair cut out, With nothing sneaky or wrong, Hut I wondered so, as to whether or no She had brought her heart along! A woman half won is worse than none With another man keepin' part ; Its nothin' to gain her body and brain It she can't throw in her heart. And I felt and thought that I sometimes caught A dullness out of her mind ; She was much too prone to thinkin' aloie, And rather too coldly kind. But things seemed right this particular mght, And better than average folks ; And we filled the air with music to spare And complimentary jokes. Till as I reckoned, about a second All happened to be still — A cry like the yell of hounds from hell Came over a neighboring hill. It went like a blade through the leafless shad^-, It chilled us stiff with dread ; We looked loud cries into each other's eves And " Wolves !" was all we said. ' The wolf ! grim scamp and forest tramp- Why made I never could see ; Beneath brute level— half dog, half devil— I he Indian animal he ! And this was a year with a winter more drear I han any we'd ever known ; It was '43, and the wolves you see, Had a famine of their own. That season at least, of man and beast They had captured many a one. And we knew by the bite of their voice that night 1 hey hadn't com.e out for fun. t3 ^i mi ill i 1 i ! 1 1 ' i ^ ' 1 I 1 ii! 24 Roy a/ Templar Platform, My horses felt need of all their speed, And every muscle strained, But with all they could do I felt and knew That the hungry devils gained. Twas but two miles more to our own house door, AVhere shelter we would find. When I saw the pack close on our track, Not a hundred yards behind. Then I silently prayed " Oh God, for aid Just a trifle, I request. Just give us. You know, an even show. And I'll undertake the rest." Then I says to my wife, " Now, drive for life ! They're coming over nigh, And T will stand, gun and ax in hand, And be the first to die." As the ribbons she took she gave me a look, Sweet memory makes long lived, I thought, I'll allow, she loves me now. The rest of her heart has arrived." I felt I could fight the whole of the night, And never flinch or tire. In danger, mind you, a woman behind you Can turn your blood to fire. When they reached the spot I left 'em a shot. But it wasn't a steady aim— 'Twasn't really mine— and they tipped me a whine And came on all the same. Their leader sped a little ahead, Like a gray knife from its sheath. With a resolute eye and a hungry cry. And an excellent set of teeth. A moment I gazed — my ax I raised — It swung above my head — Crunching low and dull, it split his skull, And the villain fell back dead. It checked them there, and a minute to spare We had and a second besides ; ed me a whine Royal Templar Platform, With rites unsaid they buried their dead In the graves of their own lank hides. They made for him a funeral grim, Himselfthe unbaked meat, And when they were through with their barbicue 1 hey started for more to eat ! With voices aflame, once more they came But faster still we sped, ' And we and our traps dashed home, perhaps ' A half a minute aHead. My wife I bore through the open door. Then turned to the hearth, clean swept, Where a log fire glowed in its brick abode By my mother faithfully kept ; ' From its depth raising two fagots blazing I leaped like lightning back, In the teeth of the howling pack. ''Come on ! " I said, " with your fierce lips red, 1-lecked white with poison foam ! Waltz to me now and just notice how A man fights for his home ! " They shrunk with fright from the feel and sight Ut this sudden volley of flame ; With a yell of dread they sneaked and fled As fast as ever they came. As I turned around, my wife I found, Not the eighth of an inch away. She looked so true and tender, I knew That her heart had come to stay. She nestled so nigh, with love-lit eye, And passionate, quivering lip, And I saw the lout that I cut out Had i)robably lost his grip. Doubt moved away for a permanent stay. And never was heard of more ! My soul must own that it had not known 1 he soul of my wife before. 25 *• I li'» -1 rt/'i i'l;, ^ ' ' . i 26 i^oya/ Templar Platform.^ THE BARTENDERS' MANUAL. SIDNEY C. KENDALL. WITH ADDITIONAL SUGGESTIONS OF GREAT VALUE BY THE REVIEWER. I have before me a very neat and attractive little volume entitled, " New and Improved Bartenders' Man- ual. How to mix drinks." The author is Harry Johnson, its publishers, Green & Co. The place of publication is not mentioned. The first impression upon reading it is that bartenders must be very obtuse to need many* of the instructions that are given here, the second impression is that this Manual is somewhat incomplete. I will go briefly through it, giving sou.i. specimen quota- tions and adding a few suggestions wherever they are necessary. As to " The General Appearance of the Bar- tender. How he should Conduct Himself." The Manual says : — " It is of the highest importance that the bartender be strictly polite and attentive to all. He should be cheerful and have a bright and pleasant coun- tenance. He should be neat, clean and tidy m his dress." Of course the bartender must be allowed a little dis- cretion. So long as a man is in receipt of a good income and is disposed to be hberal with it, it is impos sible for you to be too polite and attentive ; but when the man has tippled himself into a shabby, bloated, impecunious and generally disreputable condition, then, of course, it becomes an entirely different matter. As to your personal appearance, it is not well to be too exacting. As you advance in years your circumference will increase, your complexion will deepen, your nose will enlarge and your countenance will be covered with warts and pimples ; it will not matter then if you spit over your shoulder, wipe your nose on your sleeve, and smell like a swill tub ; by that time you will be keeping a bar where your patrons will not be so particular. " It IS proper, when a person steps up to the bar, for 'form. MANUAL. F GREAT VALUE BY and attractive little ed Bartenders' Man- i author is Harry Co. The place of first impression upon 1 very obtuse to need 'en here, the second mewhat incomplete. )U;c specimen quota- s wherever they are \NCE OF THE BaR- CT Himself." The : importance that the ;tentive to all. He t and pleasant coun- md tidy m his dress." : allowed a little dis- receipt of a good with it, it is impos ittentive ; but when a shabby, bloated, ble condition, then, "erent matter. : is not well to be too your circumference deepen, your nose nil be covered with :er then if you spit on your sleeve, and yrou will be keeping a o particular. s up to the bar, for Royal Templar Platform. 27 maVdesi"re.'' "' '" ' ^'"'''' '"^ P°''^' '^^""^^ ^^'^' he i in ^r°T°!i ^"^'"^s^'t would he necessary to ask, but I A ^ZrZ. ■^^'''■\\ ^^^^^^^"ding this is unnecesUry. ^ 1^ discreet sn.ff will mfbrm you of the character of his ; last potations, and you will proceed to " set up " the J same unless otherwise instructed. I '' \yhen a customer has finished and left the bar, you I w,n clean the glasses used in a perfect manner at Jnce " I I would add that you will be careful that none of the i llT"^' ^T '^^ ^^'''^' ^'' '"^° ^he '^"^iJy swill tub as I the pigs will not eat it. I n^^M '^°'l''^ ^'"""d '^'^'S^t and carry yourself erect." I after Ulefi^L^a^r""' ^^ ^^^ customers to do this I " Hints about Training a Boy to the Business." 'l hofhT!^ 'TT '^^' !' ^^ ^ ^°y ^h°^^ Pa'-^^ts are .1 both dead, who has neither fViends or relatives, and who ^ could not possibly be trained to any other business. ^ 1 . u-^'u ^^ o'' instructions, the Manual says :— - Don't > let him hear any bad language." ; By all means ; his morals might be corrupted. A ' dri H"ff' k'^^''",''^ ^^"'^ ^ g°°d "^^'■^^ character. How S 1 I K J"""^"^^^ ^°"'d ^«""d in a bar-room, creet Iv .H^.?'/' ^"^ ^'^ ^""^uage. The Manual dis- • wnihL ' ;^y°""'" ^"^P ''•" ^^ be sure there t fTuit ' ^""^ '^''"'^ ^^^P '^' ^"^ ^h^t ^^"'t yo"'- } thpi-i^ ^'^^^ ™^"7 P^°P'^ ^'^ ""d^'" the impression that I Eess.""° ^"^ ^' ^ gentleman in the liquor This is scarcely correct ; the complaint is that he can- not long remain a gentleman in such a business. neonl^^f ^l* V''"^'^ '' ^^^^ ""^'t °f these narrow-minded people don t know much about anything." "This has special reference tn th^ nar-on^ thp rl-' t ^ u Temolars " i^**f-ons, tne oiu wumcn ana the i i ": . I 28 Royal Templar Platform. " On Behavior towards Patrons." " You will refuse to sell liquor to intoxicated persons or to minors." Too rigid an application of this rule would spoil the business. It is after you have made a man intoxicated that he becomes most profitable. A man will get drunk on twenty-five cents, and then, if properly managed, will spend twenty-five dollars for the good of the house. So you will not consider a man drunk so long as he has any money. As to disorderly conduct some discrimination is necessary. High spirited young men, members of goodi families with substantial backing to pay damages, may be indulged in a few playful freaks. But when those same young men have drunk themselves into such a state that their friends have cast them off in disgust, their presence is no longer desirable in a first-class bar- room ; they should be sent down to Joe. Beef's to finish their education. Minors are infants in arms. " All patrons, rich and poor, should be served alike." Certainly, a dollar is a dollar whatever it smells of. *' The greatest accomplishment of the bartender lies in exactly suiting his customers." This may not be difficult during the first few glasses ; but when he claims you for his long lost brother, puts his arms around your neck and slobbers over your immaculate shirt bosom, it is not so easy to suit him. " The bartender should ascertain whether his customer desires his drink mixed stiff, strong, medium or mild, and then use his judgement in preparing it." When the patron has become too drunk to know what he wants, you will fill his glass with the swabbings of the bar and charge as usual. " It is proper to hand the change due to the customer in a neat and genteel manner and place it on a dry spot on the counter." After the fifth glass it will not be necessary to give any change, this will save time. I i I form. Patrons." intoxicated persons rule would spoil the e a man intoxicated k. man will get drunk 3perly managed, will »d of the house. So lo long as he has any some discrimination y men, members of ing to pay damages, freaks. But when :hemselves into such them off in disgust, ; in a first-class bar- Joe. Beef's to finish in arms. lid be served alike." :ever it smells of, the bartender hes in he first few glasses ; ost brother, puts his tver your immaculate him, irhether his customer y, medium or mild, iring it." drunk to know what the swabbings of the due to the customer lace it on a dry spot ecessary to give any Royal Templar Platform, " Rules in reference to a Gigger." 29 This is not an automatic, high-pressure apparatus for the summary bouncing of penniless patrons, it is simply a device for measuring licjuor in mixing drinks. It is only used however by beginners ; as you become expert ypu will be able to measure the liquor with your thumb. " How TO handle Bottles properly," This is a very important matter. In an emergency bottles must be handled with great dispatch. A hand- kerchief or a towel will give you a good grasp of the neck, then handle freely and keep a sharp look out. Half a dozen bottles, well handled, will furnish good entertain- ment for a crowded bar-room, as well as create exercise for the police and the ambulance. " On the care of Glasses," I would say that on no account should they be chained to the bar, it aggravates a patron when he wants a tumbler to throw at his neighbor's head, " In case of a rush the bartender must do the best he can," Just so ; and what that may be will depend upon the cause of the rush. If your liquid lightning has mounted at once to the brains of several excitable patrons so that revolvers are drawn and bullets chip the decanters, their will probably be a rush. The best the bartender can do under the.circumstances is to go up the chimney and sing Wait till the clouds roll by." It a detachment of the Women s Crusade should swoop down upon the saloon there will probably be a rush. The best thing the bartender can do is to commit an unconditional sur- render, sign the pledge, shut up the saloon and change his business. ^ " In Reference to a Lunch." " See that everything is perfectly clean." .- -S a ..appy thought, if this practice were introduced "lSjSs*'W">:>l-tf fiiiiif 1!! im m 30 Royal Templar Platform. It would have the effect of novelty. By all means ; wipe the frying pan out with the rag you clean the lamps with ; the same rag will do for the dishes. The top of a barrel brushed off with a broom will do for a table, and almost anything will do for the fare. It is scarcely necessary to furnish spitoons as many of your patrons cannot expectorate with sufficient steadiness to use them. It is better to cover the floor with saw dust; this may be removed about once a year ; stir it up with a hoe when it gets packed. " How TO OPEN Champagne."' I would suggest that you hold the bottle carefully over the seSver grating and by a smart blow from a hammer dii lodge the bottom. " How TO CLEAN SiLVER." Nothing better than alcohol. It will clean all the silver out of the pockets of your patrons and off their tables and sideboards. " How TO KEEP Insects out of vour Mixing Bottles." If it is of any importance I would suggest that you cork the bottles. But why take that trouble ? Let them go in and take the consequences ; it can't be worse for them than for your customers. '' How Corks should be Drawn from Wine Bottles." Just think of writing a book on the art of drawing corks ! And think of the mental calibre of the man who needs such instruction ! Does a bartender know how to suck Cijgs ? Here comes a choice specimen : — " To get your money is the most important and leading point in the whole business." Of course it is ; that is what you are in the business for. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the tailor, the form. Ryall means; wipe ean the lamps with ; es. The top of a do for a table, and "are. It is scarcely my of your patrons steadiness to use lor with saw dust; 'ear ; stir it up with jottle carefully over iw from a hammer ER." will clean all the itrons and off their Mixing Bottles." i suggest that you rouble ? Let them can't be worse for M Wine Bottles." he art of drawing ire of the man who ;nder know how to : — " To get your ading point in the ire in the business cer, the tailor, the Royal Templar Platform. 31 bootmaker are all waiting for their money, but you have the first chance so make the most of it. The dollars in the pockets of the noble young men who throng the bar, are owing to widows who keep boarding houses, and hard working women who do laundry work. But the free-hearted manly fellows are drinking and treating lavishly and it is your business to keep them at it while the money holds out. There are working men with their wages in their pockets ; the children at home have been nearly starved because mother could get no more credit ; they have gone bare-footed till their feet are sore. The patient, toiling, suffering wife has worried through day after day looking to Saturday night in the hope of some slight relief. Saturday night has ccme and the pale thin woman is on the street with a shawl over her head, looking for her husband to secure a few dollars before he gets to drinking. Her husband is here, fuddled with drink, treating all hands and recklessly squandering the price of his home comtorts. The children will starve and shiver ; the wife will sob and moan ; the husband and father will rave and curse in the prison cell ; but what matters, you get your money. Why, sir, it was for this that you bartered manhood and self-respect when you en- tered the wretched business ; it was for that you sold yourself body and soul to the devil. What shall it profit a man if he lose his own soul and fail to rake in the shekels. By all means get your money. "Last but not Least. " After leaving the toilet room the bartender should wash his hands." This is certamly a very appropriate close to such a lot of instructions. The bartender should wash his hands, but bow shall he wash them } What shall he wash them with? They drip with blood, and not all the perfumes of Arabia can purify them. It is a fancy of the poet that the soul of Pontius Pilate roams forever in the spirit world, eternally washing his hands. So the bartender ,>||FW«ffr*«- ■i H t , ^'1 'i 1 ! 1 ' : T 1 1 ,1,., 1 li 'i, '1 1 32 i^oya/ Templar Platform. should wash his hands for they have been put to the dirtiest work that ever employed the hands of man. But let him wash them however he will, the blood of his victims will cling to them still. The larger part of the Manual is devoted to instruc- tions concerning the compounding of mixed drinks. I hnd here the extraordinary number of one hundred and eighty-four different methods of serving licmor. either compounded or simple. The fanciful cognomens of these concoctions are quite a study. I have looked them over carefully, and as with the rest of the Manual. I hnd the list somewhat incomplete. I have devised a drink which might be added to the list. We will call it TempJar Smash. So, Mr. Bartender, will you please take down the following . Put three pieces of ce into a large glass and fill up two-thirds with water ; add one tablespoonful of sugar one pinch of red pepper, one dash of absinthe, and stir up with your thumb Add two ounces of vermin exter- minator, put on the shaker and work vigorously till it foams. Then take it yourself and rid society of the greatest nuisance that ever plagued the earth. r.,^ ^K ^'~7?- ^^^l"^' *ll'' P'"^ ""'^^ ^^^""^ ^^^ speaker should whne maST"' ^'■°'" '?' ^°°^ ""'^ '^''' g'^"« ^^^^e audience wniie making the comments. THE FIGHTING SERGEANT. SIDNEY C. KENDALL. Some years ago a murder was committed in England • a man frenzied with liquor killed his wife. The two prinicipal witnesses against him were his own children a boy and a girl. A ripple of pathethic interest was excited when their names were given as Inkerman and Alma, and it was learned that the prisoner was one who had served with honorable mention in the Crimean War. When asked by the judge if he had anything to say, the poor fellow could only plead intoxication, exhibiting his Crimean medals and asking if the man who won ive been put to the hands of man. But 11, the blood of his i devoted to instruc- of mixed drinks. I of one hundred and rving liciuor, either ciful cognomens of iy. I have looked est of the Manual, I I have devised a ist. We will call it er, will you please rge glass and fill up lespoonful of sugar, )f absinthe, and stir :es of vermin exter- irk vigorously till it id rid society of the be earth. :ct the speaker should glance at the audience GEANT. tiitted in England ; s wife. The two lis own children, a ethic interest was as Inkerman and oner was one who the Crimean War. I anything to say, ication, exhibiting he man who won Royal Templar Platform. 33 them could do such a cowardly deed. It is upon this incident the following lines are based. My Lord ! You have found me guilty and nothing I can say " Is of much account, and yet I'll speak before I'm taken away. My wife is dead and you have charged that cruel deed to me ; The crime is on my guilty soul for all eternity. I have no knowledge of the deed, the rum was on mv brain, ' I search my mind for memory ol that black night in vain ; But I have heard it from the lips of my own children dear, And her warm blood was on my hand, and so my guilt is clear. ° I care not for the gallows, nor the gloomy prison cell I dread the shame that falls upon the name I bore so well. A coward, cruel deed was done upon that ghastly night, And my right hand was never raised except m honest fight. I bear upon my body the marks of blade and balL I fought those swarming Russians still before Sebastopol. Ask of my comrades, who survive these bloody fields and frays. If I were not a soldier in those wild Crimea days • They called me the Fighting Sergeant, and sometimes Gallant Jack, Because I led when the captain fell and beat those Russians back. My Lord ! Perhaps I'm guilty, but you know my heart was right When I named my boy for Inkerman, my girl for the Alma fight. Behold the battle trophies upon my breast, the while. *^»».«-, rumi" »»*».. •». m t'. f ;'■'■ I !|1«! ''*«.i:;,«**b».w,ir ■■«,.. i I i '! ;i iirii 40 Royal Templar Platform. When sword met sword in English hands, And pike staves crashed in deadly fight, When lurid gleams of blazing brands Lighted the darkness of the night, 'Mid dying groans and victors' yell : When over all her shattered walls Swarmed the fierce foe with frenzied ire, Swept the wild conflict through her halls, With blood, smoke, flame and carnage dire, The banner of Tadmor fell. Who is the first in the front of the battle Leading the charge where the death blows are falling, Blending nis clamour with war's loudest rattle, By his fierce onset the foemen appalling ? Roland of Havering ! With sword-riven halliards the flag has descended, Torn into shreds in a forest of lances- Hear the loud shout that proclaims the fight ended. As over the ramparts the mad crew advances. ' Roland of Havering ! When in the courtyard they rallied again, All that were left of the Tadmor men. And with one voice in pealing cry. Swore they would neither yield nor fl/, Roland of Havering Struck back the pikes with a desperate blow, And gave soldiers' grace to a perishing foe. Ellen of Tadmor weeps alone amid her ruined towers : There are strangers in her father's halls and foemen in her bowers ; Above her smoking turrets a hated banner flies. And in his grave uncofiined the Lord of Tadmor lies ; Of all her spirit's agony, the worst it is to know. The conqueror is Roland, her lover and her foe. IV The sound of strife is heard no more, The harsh discordant voice of war f I:* W orni. , inds, ly fight, )rs' yell ; zied ire, alls, image dire, ttle th blows are falling, ;st rattle, ^palling ? s descended, nces — e fight ended, 2w advances. lin. ; blow, I foe. r ruined towers ; lis and foemen in finer flies, of Tadmor lies ; to know, id her foe. Roya/ Templar Platform, At last is hushed and still ; Peace rests on Tadmor's ruined towers, On all her sunny glades and bowers, And on the Barrow's rill. Once more above the clustering trees, The Tadmor flag floats on the breeze. And with the old-time pride — Though mourning sore her valliant dead — She lifts her late dishonored head Above the Barrow s tide. Ellen of Tadmor walks alone, Beneath the arch of time-worn stone, That opens to the lawn ; Where through the shadows far and near, Across the green sward hound the deer And many a gentle fawn. She was a lady of high degree. Her sire a knight of chivalry Of long ancestral line ; In many an age well known to fame, The sturdy knights of Tadmor name, Courage and faith combine. Beauty of face and grace of form Were hers, although the storm Of woe so lately nigh Upon her frame had left its trace, Had paled the roses from her face And dimmed her lovely eye. With languid step and pensive air, With soul oppressed with crushing care, The maiden sought release, To brood upon her many woes, And from their pain to find repose Amid the haunts of peace. The gladness of a summer's day, With wild birds' song and blossoms gay, Should ease her heavy heart ; The soothing power of nature's cha»-m Upon the wreck of war's alarm 41 .UilHH '! .. il! '4" :| i r 1 !ii: Il ill ' mil :H 1 42 i^oyfl/ Templar Platform. Should play a healing part. Unheedingly her footsteps strayed Beneath the beechwood's gloomy shade, Where light and shadow blends ; She rambled on, and by her side Her favorite hound her only guide, Her wandering path attends ; Until thvi towers of Tadmor quite Beyond the woods are lost to sight, And in a lonely dell She sank upon a mossy seat, In happier days a fond retreat That she had loved so well. A horsen-an rode at ambling pace, Along the path of Tadmor chase. Beneath the beachwood's shade ; The heavy tramp and martial clank Of scabbard striking his horse's flank The solitude dismayed. The Lady Ellen started when She heard that heavy tramp, and then She rose and turned to go ; For as the horseman came in view, Roland of Havering she knew — Her lover and her foe. This warrior lover, who rode apace, To woo fair Ellen in Tadmor chase, Met his first rebuft'that day. He tendered his wealth, his castle, his land, His fame, his love, his heart, his hand ; For a traitor she told him nay. With gathering wrath dark Roland stood, His eyes flashed fire — his spirit's mood Was neither mild nor meek. As a cloud on the west horizon glows At the set of the sun, the color rose Even on his swarthy cheek. Royal Templar Platform. " Now, by the word of a soldier true, And on the faith of a lover, too, I vow 'tis well good lass. For the peace that in this dell should rest, A silken bodice guards thy breast. And not a steel cuirass. The boldest hath not dared, good dame, Traitor to wed with Roland's name — I swear upon my sword. Wert thou a man in martial gear, And fitty or more of thy menials near. Thou had'st not said that word." " Roland of Havering, thinkest thou, To daunt my soul with lowering brow And swelling tones of ire ? Thou hast played well the traitor's part — There— do thy worst, my woman's heart Shall never lose its fire. But know thou first, what e'er has been Our happy past — Whate'er we've seen It ne'er again shall be. Since, traitor, since thou hast made thine The rebel part this heart of mine Hath no more love for thee. 'Tis true to my king, although he fled. True to my Sire, though he is dead, (Alas that woeful knell !) True to the crown, although 'tis lost, True to the slaughtered scattered host True to the flag that fell. And dost thou think, thou warrior bold, To bear my heart to yon strong hold To share thy guilty life ; Where red rebellion flaps his wings And shrill the braggart clarion rings To hail the traitor's wife ; At marriage feast or bridal dance Served by the bloody hand perchance That laid my father low. 43 i| iilll fh> I'iiilillKiF ''"fi m i in 44 /?oy«/ Templar Platform. Can this be while his daughter hves ? Spare me the pain thy presence gives, Thou hast my answer ; go." Oh ! dark was the frown on Roland's face As he held her fast in Tadmor chase, And fierce the oath he swore As he turned his horse and rode away When the shadows fell at close of day And dashed o'er wild Tadmor. Old Jock at the gate heard the hurrying tread Of hoofs on the road, and forth he sped To undo the postern bar ; For well he knew wild Roland's mood Boded speech and gesture rough and rude When he heard his coming afar. Yet scarce had the gate on its hinges swung When loudly the stones on the roadway rung, And fire from hot heels flashed As madly both steed and rider through The arch with the half opened portals flew And into the courtyard dashed. So swiftly he came through the deepening glo?m ; Let his reeking horse to the stable roam And silently passed from view. That he bore through the night on his saddle tree The fainting form af a fair ladye Not one in the castle knew. He carried her into the ancient keep, (Yon tower that rises above the steep), By the cressets fitful burning. On his face a cloud, in his breast a storm — He watched by the side of her prostrate form Her senses slow returning. The storm of fury passed away, And honor soon resumed its sway Within his manly breast ; AVith pitying love his heart was stirred, So like crushed flower or wounded bird tippeared the maiu distressed. Royal Templar Platform. She lay upon the donjon floor Till sense and feeling came once more — The spell no longer bound ; She knew the keep of Havering Tower, SLv; knew herself in Roland's power, And wildly gazed around. She saw the sickly cressets gleam That mingled with the pale moonbeam Upon a winding stair ; She darted — like a flash was gone. She reached the port — she hurried on In frenzy of despair. Dark Roland sped, on her retreat. In hot pursuit. Her flying feet He heard far up the height. With labouring breath and heart appalled He bounded on ; aloud he called To stay her frantic flight. The summit reached, her foot she set Upon the dizzy parapet ; Then furious turned to bay : — " Now, traitor, see what I can dare Before thy guilty life I share. But mark ye what I say. My Sire in bloody grave is lying. My Brother is at Worcester dying, The Tadmor line is run ; The woeful ruin thou hast wrought To thine own house with woe is fraught ; Now sets the Havering sun. In thine own self, in dark disgrace, Thou art the last of all thy race To bear the ancient name ; Thy pride shall fall, of all thy power Naught shall remain but this lone tower A monument of shame " He heard her garments in the air, He saw her look of dark despair. He heard her wailing moan. 45 Royal Templar Platform. Into the night in frenzied mood The maiden sprang and Roland stood Upon the tower alone. A ghostly place is Havering Tower When the church clock tolls the midnight hour ; When that wild death shriek scares the night And a spirit falls from the dizzy height ; When through those gloomy woods there swell The ghastly tones of an unseen bell, A tocsin wild and shrill ; When spirit lights through port holes flash A swift feet tramp, and weapons clash ' Around the haunted hill. Note.— On occasions when the whole of the ballad could not hi read, cantos one, two, three or five would each make a complete reading by itself.— Ed. UNCLE SIMON'S ADVICE TO A YOUNG MAN. S. C. KENDALL. The fact is, my dear young friend, you are troubled with greatness; you are afflicted with a great round, swelling sense of overwhelming importance. Is it not so ? You have been thinking over your unobserved ex- cellences until you are filled with admiration for your- self, and have come to the conclusion that the world does not half appreciate you. Am I right ? Well, the fact is, that to a certain extent you may be quite correct in feeling as you do. I don't want to flatter you ; but I admit that you are one of the finest creatures God ever made, and the world certainly does not esteem you as it should. But let me remind you that there are millions of young men thinking and feeling much as you do, and the peculiarity of it is that they are all about correct. I have been there myself ; in fact it is one of those things that seem to be common to all flesh. I know what it is to fe?l out of patience with the world ™ tforin. od ^ jal Templar Platform. 47 dnight hour ; the night jht; there swell s flash ih le of the ballad could r^e would each make a TO A YOUNG 3, you are troubled 'ith a great round, )ortaace. Is it not 'our unobserved ex- imiration for your- ion that the world I right ? Well, the lay be quite correct to flatter you ; but creatures God ever not esteem you as »u that there are d feeling much as t they are all about in fact it is one of on to all flesh. I ce with the world because it failed to discern my claim to special recogni- tion. That was a long time ago. As I advanced in years I became calmer in the soul and cooler in the head. I understand this old world a great deal better now. I have since discovered that the only reason why there was not an illumination when I was born was be- cause there are so many of us ; such demonstrations, if } ranted to every man who is worthy of them, would be- come too common and lose their significance. And, young man, by the time your hair is as thin as mine you will have made that discovery for yourself Now the question is, what shall you do about it? How shall you prevail upon an unappreciative world to accept you at your face value, and render you the hom- age that is your due ? My advice is that you do nothing at all. You are undoubtedly a great man ; we all were at your age, and what matter if the world is a little slow finding it out. You have heard that pathetic little parable about an ambitious batrachian who aspired to the dimensions of an ox. The climax in this case, you remember, was that the thing " busted.'' That is what frequently hap- pens when young men attempt to hurry on the develop- ment of their " embryo vastness." Sometimes a young man will take to drinking, just by way of impressing the world with a due sense of his im- portance. His age will be somewhere between sixteen and twenty when he determines that he is no longer a boy ; hence he must be a man, and, of course, a man of no ordinary stamp. His sense ot his new dignity first manifests itself in a disregard of parental views and wishes, which grows into a supreme contempt for the opinions and counsels of all who are older and wiser, and culminates in a sneering disregard for any and every kind of authority. Then, as a crowning evidence of superiority, he takes to drink. He may content himself with the ordinary " Tom and Jerry " kind of drinkin<» at the bar of the " shebeen," or he rnay aspire to the fash- Fi m\ Ul\\ ■Ifii i. I' 1 Hi i niltilillh i 48 Royal Templar Platform. lonable club room, wine at dinner, champagne suppers etc. Anyhow this blooming genius electrifies society by takmg to drink. "It is valorous, you know, and sb manly. Well, yes, if -s about the only indication of valor and manhood tiiat is seen in some young men. All geniuses were great drinkers, you know. Lord Byron Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Burns, and— and what s his name, that other fellow don't you know " So our phenomenon, in company with other phenome na, demonstrates his unusual genius by taking to drink He may even proceed to the length of smashing a win- dow or two, or stoning a gas lamp whenever it can be done with safety. Harmless diversions like these sim- ply indicate the characteristic playfulness of great minds. Men of great genius are very liable to be misunder- stood While our young friend is giving evidence of his talent-while he is proving himself to be, that climax of social excellence, a high spiritual ) outh, it is extremely probable that an unthinking public is putting him down for a drunken rowdy and a general nuisance. Should this high spirited young man appear on the street in one of his most brilliant moods, an unscientific policemen in his hasty classification would report the phenomenon as a drunk and disorderly," and consign it to the cells. So my young friend, whatever you do to ease that overbearing sense of importance, don't you take to drink You are certain to be misunderstood ; it is very difficult in this age of the world to convince people that a weak- ness for tippling IS any indication of ability. That sort of thing IS not at a premium just now. We have about concluded that drinkers are a humbug, and they are classed low, very low. We don't give them any more responsibility, we keep them grubbing at the dirty work while positions of trust and honor are reserved for men whose heads are cool and level. This inborn greatness, which seems to be generic with human nature, manifests itself in various ways Sonrietimes a young man attempts to ease his swelling soul by parting his hair in the middle and wear liform. ' , champagne suppers, 3 electrifies society by s, ycu know, and so le only indication of in some young men. •s, you know. Lord Robert Burns, and — low don't you know." with other phenome s by taking to drink, h of smashing a win- ) whenever it can be sions like these sim- ilness of great minds, ible to be misunder- s giving evidence of elf to be, that climax youth, it is extremely is putting him down 1 nuisance. Should ■ on the street in one :ientific policemen in the phenomenon as ign it to the cells, ou do to ease that I't you take to drink. i; it is very difficult people that a weak- ■ ability. That sort )w. We have about nbug, and they are ;ive them any more ig at the dirty work re reserved for men !ems to be generic If in various ways. :o ease his swelling middle and wear Royal Templar Platform. 49 ^ng an eyeglass— not spectacles you understand ; but circular disc of glass inserted in one side of his countenance, leaving his other optic open to the veather. The glass is held in its place by a muscular contraction, which gives his visage a decidedly quizzical sxpression. He sui)plements these exertions by wearing % hat that draws about an inch and a quarter, a coat without any tails, and pantaloons of ? Dmewhat clinging nature. He covers his hands with kid gloves to show that te does not work. It is rumored that he sleeps with ., is gloves .on to keep his hands soft ; he probably wears M: "'g^"*^^P ^or a similar purpose. He puffs a cigar and ills the air with tobacco smoke to show his sublime dis- regard for the feelings of common folk, and he carries a stick for some reason that naturalists have not yet been able to discover. Thus furnished our genius sallies forth in the presence of an awstricken public. His favorite lair is the promenade deck of a steamer, the lotel steps or the fashionable city sidewalk. When in notion he generally proceeds along the middle of the sidewalk, advancing with a mincing, springy kind of iace, thrusting out his elbows to larboard and starboard and picking up his heels in a mysterious and wonderful manner. The stick is held in the middle, and swung horizontally m front of him, the cigar, when not in his mouth, IS daintily poised between the fingers of his left land, and the smoke of his tobacco trails gracefully over lis shoulders. Now, whenever an apparition like this is observed on [he streets a susceptible and unreflecting public will pro- bably smile. But really it is no smiling matter. It is lot vanity that is troubling the young man, it is not vater on the brain, (although the symptoms are de- :idedly suspicious), it is simply greatness, an overwhelm- ing consciousness of personal importance. Now, young man, you find yourself afflicted with a sense of superiority, and you want to know what to do about it My advice is that you do nothing at ail. This is one I I 5^ f* 5 50 Royal Templar Platform. of those things that will have to run its course hke measles or scarlet fever. Now I have a word of caution for you. Don't you d(; the first thing to thrust your superiority upon society, or you will spoil your prospects. You are really a very im- portant individual, and if the world does not seem to be aware of that it is the world's misfortune, not yours. Now the best thing you can do is to find your place among other great men. The world is full of great men, we are all great men. And when you have found your place, fill it. Never mind how large it is, fill it. If you can't fill it, find a place that you can fill. Take hold of things with a will. Push your affairs. Have some energy about you. There are too many flabby, boneless men, cartilagenous, mucilagenous, oleagenous men ; men for whom places have to be made as you make moulds for jelly. Develope a backbone and main spring. *' Be not slothful in business, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord." Don't think too much about the cut of your clothes or the shape of your hat, but guard well the integrity of your moral character. Never mind your complexion, your skin is waterproof. Wear a man's clothes, quit yourself like a man, be strong. Don't be particular about keeping ycur hands clean, but keep your mouth pure and your breath sweet. Never have occasion to fumigate your surroundings with tobacco smoke, or to use cloves or cinnamon as disinfectants. Honor your father and mother, and grandmother. Re- spect the aged, join the Templars and vote for Prohibi tion eve- y time. Don't be too anxious about your di nity, unadorned manhood is dignity enough for a creature below an archangel. Never mind your appeai ance or manners ; be a true man and then act out your nature. I am suspicious of men who must look into books of etiquette to learn how to behave. Love tl Lord and your neighbor, and let your conduct expre: your sentiments, and your manners will be all right. Finally, my boy, " whatsoever things are pure, whatsoev^ ihings are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report latform. run its course like or you. Don't you d(i riority upon society, or )u are really a very im- d does not seem to be "ortune, not yours. 3 is to find your place world is full of great when you have found how large it is, fill it. It you can fill. Take 1 your affairs. Have are too many flabby, :i)agenous, oleagenous to be made as you a backbone and main ness, fervent in spirit, too much about the f your hat, but guard aracter. Never mind rproof. Wear a man's be strong. Don't be inds clean, but keep \ sweet. Never have indings with tobacco tnon as disinfectants. d grandmother. Re- and vote for Prohibi- xious about your di nity enough for a ^er mind your appeat md then act out your who must look into o behave. Love the (Tour conduct express ers will be all right. ;s are pure, whatsoever ;s are of good report ; Royal Templar Platform. 51 if there be any virtue, if there be any praise, think on .these things," and think less of yourself. FARMER STEBBINS ON ROLLERS. WILL CABLETON. Dear Cousin John : We got here safe — my worthy wife an' me — An' put up at James Sunnyhope's— a pleasant place to be ; An' Isabel, his oldest girl, is home from school just now, An' pets me with her manners all her young man will allow ; An' his good wife has monstrous sweet an' culinary ways : It is a summery place to pass a few cold winter days. fBesides, I've various cast-iron friends in different parts o' town, That's always glad to have me ■ i whenever I come down ; put yesterdav. '^hen 'mongst the same I undert* .ok to ■3| ron • ■' . J could not find a single one that seemed to be at home ! '^n' when I asked their whereabouts, the answer was, I " I think, If you're a-going down that way, you'll find 'em at the Rink." I asked what night the Lyceum folks would hold their next debate |rve sometimes gone an' help 'em wield the cares of chu ch an' state) ; in' if protracted meetin's now was holdin' anywhere jl like to get my soul fed up with frtsh celestial fare) ; ^r when the next church social was ; they'd give a knowin' wink, ^n' say, " I b'lieve there's nathin' now transoirin' but the Rmk." 5a Royal Templar Platform. " What is this ' Rink ' ?" I innocent inquired, that night at tea, " Oh, you must go," said Isabel, " this very night with me ! And Mrs. Stebbins, she must go, an' skate there with us, too !" My wife replied, " My dear, just please inform me when I do. But you two go." An' so we went; an' saw a circus there. With which few sights I've ever struck will anyways J compare. It seemed a good-sized meetin'-house had given up its pews (The church an' pastor had resigned, from spiritual blues), An' several acres of the floor was made a skatin' ground, Where folks of every shape an' size went skippin' round and round ; An^ in the midst a big brass band was helpin' on the fun, j An' everything was gay as sixteen weddin's joined in' one. I've seen small insects crazy like go circlin' through the air, An' wondered if they they thought some time they'd I maybe go somewhere ; I've seen a million river bugs go scootin' round an' round, An' wondered what 'twas all about, or what they'd lost or found ; But men an' women, boys an' girls, upon a hard wood floor. All whirlin' round like folks possessed, I never saw before. An' then it all came back to me, the things I'd read an' heard Lbo I'd i'dh Id ther n'j liy I That ind so iuse rhy, pf cc In' 1 jut > say littl [e hi tform, inquired, that night ' this very night with skate there with us, ase inform me when t; an' saw a circus struck will anyways :se had given up its ned, from spiritual de a skatin' ground, went skippin' round s helpin' on the fun, weddin's joined in circlin' through the some time they'd scootin' round an or what they'd lost upon a hard wood essed, I never saw Royal Templar Platform. 53 Ibout the rinks, an' how their ways was wicked an' absurd : I'd learned somewhere that skatin' wasn't a healthy thing to do ; ;^ut there was Doctor Saddlebags— his fam'ly with him, * too. I'd heard that 'twasn't a proper place for Christian folks I to seek ; pld Deacon Perseverance Jinks flew past me like a % streak. Then Sister Is'bel Sunnyhopes put on a pair o' skates, hn' started off as if she'd run through several different I States, fly goodness ! how that gal showed up ! I never did opine fhat she coula twist herself to look so charmin' an so ! fine ; <^nd then a fellow that she knew took hold o' hands I with her, ^ sort o' double crossways like, an' helped her, as it ■A were. ^ used to skate ; an' 'twas a sport of which I once was W fond. Why, I could write my autograph on Tompkins' saw- tmill pond, f course, to slip on runners, that is one thing, one may An movin' round on casters is a somewhat different way; Jut when the fun that fellow had came flashm' to my eye 1 says, " I'm young again ; by George, I'll skate once more or die !" things I'd read an A little boy a pair o' skates to fit my boots soon found— We had to put 'em on for me (I weigh three hundred m 54 R(yyal Templar Platform. An' then I straightened up, an' says, " Look here, you I i younger chaps. You think you're runnin' some'at past us older heads, m ^ perhaps. m If this young lady here to me will trust awhile her fate, Wl I'll go around a dozen times, an' show you how to skate.'' Th She was a niceish, plump young gal, I noticed quite a An while, An' she reached out her hands with 'most too daughterly a smile ; But off we pushed, with might an' main — when all to ' once the wheels Departed suddenly above, an' took along my heels ; My head assailed the door, as if 'twas tryin' to get through, An' all the stars I ever saw arrived at once in view. 'Twas sing'lar (as not quite unlike a saw-log there i lay; | How many of the other folks was going that same way ; They stumbled over me in one large animated heap. An' formed a pile o' legs an' arms not far from ten foot s deep ; But after they had all climbed off, in rather fierce sur- prise, I lay there like a saw-log still — considerin' how to rise. Then dignified I rose, with hands upon my ample waist, An' then sat down again with large and very painful haste ; An' rose again, and started off to find a place of rest, Then on my gentle stomach stood, an' tore my meetin' vest ; \ When Sister Sunnyhopes slid up, as trim as trim could be, 1 An' she and her young fellow took compassionate charge .| o' me. Then after I'd got off the skates, an' flung 'em out o' reach. (y El c ^n( for tha jut loi: ind atform. ays, " Look here, you past us older heads, trust awhile her fate, ow you how to skate." gal, I noticed quite a I 'most too daughterly i' main — when all to : along my heels ; f 'twas tryin' to get at once in view. a saw-log there i lay; 2;oing that same way ; ;e animated heap, not far from ten foot , in rather fierce sur- •nsiderin' how to rise. ipon my ample waist, ge and very painful nd a place of rest, , an' tore my meetin trim as trim could be, 1 lompassionate charge an' flung 'em out o' Royal Templar Platform. 55 rose, while all grew hushed an' still, and made the following speech : * My friends, I've struck a small idea (an' struck it pretty square), ^hich physically an' morally, will some attention bear : those who their balance can pieserve are safe here any day; kn' those who can't, I rather think, had better keep away." rhen I limped out, with very strong, unprecedented pains, 'n' hired a horse at liberal rates to draw home my re- mains ; in' lay abed three days, while wife laughed at an' nursed me well, kn^ used up all the arnica two drug stores had to sell ; W when Miss Is'bel Sunnyhopes said, "Won't you skate once more ?" answered, "Not while I remain on this terrestrial shore." THE BURIAL OF MOSES. MBB. C. F. ALEXANDER. ly Nebo's lonely mountain, on this side Jordan's wave, h a vale in the land of Moab, there lies a lonelv grave'. Ind no man knows that sepulchre, and no man saw it i ^'''^' For the angels of God, upturn'd the sod, and laid the * dead man there. |hat was the grandest funeral that ever passed on earth ; lut no man heard the trampling; or saw the trainee \ forth— ^ loiselessly as the daylight comes back when night is I done, Ind the crimson streak on ocean's cheek, grows into ' the great sun. 56 Royal Templar Platform. Noiselessly as the Spring-time, her crown of verdure' weaves, And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand \ leaves ; So without sound of music, or voice of them that wept. Silent lay down from the mountain' flrn, the great pro- cession swept. Perchance the bald old eagle, on grey Beth Peor'sl height. Out of his lonely eyrie, looked on the wond'rous sight ; Perchance the lion stalking, still shuns that hallow'd ) spot. For beast and bird have seen and heard, that which man knoweth not. But when the warrior dieth, his comrades in the war, With arms reversed and muffled drum, follow his funeral i car ; , They shew the banners taken, they tell his battles won.i And after him lead his riderless steed, while peals the^ minute gun. • Amid the noblest of the land, we lay the sage to rest, And give the bard an honor'd place, with costly marble i dress'd, I In the great minster transcept, where lights like glories fall ; And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings, along i th' emblazon'd wall. This was the truest warrior, that ever buckled sword ; This the most gifted poet, that ever breathed a word'; And never earth's philosopher, traced with his golden^ pen. On the deathless page, truths half so sage, as he wrote' down for men. And had he not high honor, the hill-side for a pall. latform. ler crown of verdure! 5 open their thousand :e of them that wept, ivn, the great pro- on grey Beth Peer's the wond'rous sight shuns that hallow'd nd heard, that which Royal Templar Platform. 57 iTo lie in state, while angel's wait, with stars for tapers I tall, ^ [And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, over his I bier to wave. And God's own hand, in that lonely land, to lay him in ' the grave ? [In that strange grave, without a name, whence his un- I cofifin'd clay, IShall break again, O wondrous thought! before the I judgment day, [And stand, with glory wrapt around, on the hills he never trod, ^nd speak of the strife, that won our life, with th' in- carnate Son of God. mrades in the war, um, follow his funeral ^ tell his battles won, steed, while peals the ly the sage to rest, e, with costly marble sre lights like glories et choir sings, along 'er buckled sword ; r breathed a word ; ced with his gold n so sage, as he wrote I-side for a pall, lonely grave in Moab's land ! O dark Beth Peor's hill ! ^peak to these curious hearts of ours, and teach them to be still. tod hath his mysteries of grace, ways that we cannot tell ; [e hides them deep, like the hidden sleep of Mm he loved so well. THE SPANISH ARMADA. MACAULAY. ttend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, tell you of the noble deeds she wrought in ancient days, •When the great fleet invincible against her bore in vain .Ihe richest stores of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of ^ Spain. ^t was about the lovely close of a warm summer's day here came a gallant merchant ship /uU sail to Plymouth uay ; I 58 Royal Templar Platform. M Her crew had seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurig- ny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile; At sunset she escaped their van, by God's especial grace ; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgcombe's lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast ; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post, With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes ; 1 Behind him march the halberdiers, before him sound the | drums ; His yeoman, round the market cross, make clear an ample space. For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, ^ As slow upon the laboring wind the royal blazon swells, Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight on that famed J Picard field, | Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Caesar's eagle shield ; So >;ilared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to! bay, And crushed and torn beneath his paws the princely! hunters lay. Ho! strike the flag staff deep, Sir Knight; ho ! scatter flowers, fair maids ; I * itform. fleet beyond Aurig- lie heaving many a I, by God's especial d held her close in as placed along the of Edgcombe's lofty • pry along the coast ; ir rode inland many the stout old sheriff before him sound the •OSS, make clear an the Standard of her md gaily dance the royal blazon swells. p his ancient crown, treads the gay lilies light on that famed V, and Cassar's eagle wrath he turned to 3 paws the princely Knight ; ho ! scatter Royal Templar Platform. 59 Ho ! gunners, fire a loud salute ; ho ! gallants, draw your blades ; J Thou sun, shine on her joyously— ye breezes, waft her 1 wide ; !' Our glorious Semper Eadem— the banner of our pride The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massive fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple aea — Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford bay, That time of slumber was bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread. High on St. Michael's Mount it shone— it shone on Beachy Head. I Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern - shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire ; jThe fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering B waves, »The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sun- ^ less caves. O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery I herald flew ; It roused the shepherd of Stonehenge, the rangers of [ Beauleau. [Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from I Bristol town, [And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clif- ton down ; 'he sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into thp night. 6o V Royal Templar Platform. ',' f' And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of blood- red light. Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires • At once the loud alarm clashed from all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the tower pealed loud the voice of fear, And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a ' louder cheer ; And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurry- ing feet, And the broad stream of flags and pikes dashed down j each roaring street ; And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, As fast from every village round the horse came spur- 1 rmg in ; | And eastward straight from wild Blackheath the warlike I errand went. And raised in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent. >* ^ Southward, from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright couriers forth ; High on bleak Hampsteads swarthy moor they started 1 for the North ; ' And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still ; All night from tower to tower they sprang— they sprang from hill to hill, 7 F 6 Till the proud Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales — Till like volcanoes flared to Heaven the stormy hills of j Wales — Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's Innplv VipioVif- liform. II the streak of blood- roar the death-like e cry, the royal city e the answering fires ; from all her reeling pealed loud the voice rhames sent back a ird the rush of hurry- pikes dashed down and louder still the I le horse came spur- ackheath the warlike I I the gallant squires | lills flew those bright f moor they started | ntired they bounded sprang — they sprang | 5 flag o'er Darwin's 1 the stormy hills of blaze on Malvern's'! Royal Templar Platform. 6f Till streamed m crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light — Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the bound- plam ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's em- , battled pile, lAnd the red glare of Skiddaw roused the burghers of ■ Carlisle. THE DOCTOR'S STORY. BY WILIj CABLETON. I. Good folks ever will have their way Good folks ever for it must pay. But we who are here and every where— Th^ burden of their faults must bear. We must shoulder others' shame- Fight their follies and take their blame • Purge the body, and humor the mind ; ' Doctor the eyes when the soul is blind ; Build the columns of health erect On the quicksands of neglect : Always shouldering others' shame- Bearing their faults and taking their blame. II. Deacon Rogers, he came to me ; " Wife is going to die," said he. " Doctors great an' doctors small. Haven't improved her any at all. " Physic and blisters, powders and pills, I ! "^3 ! ■i-^ ':\i\ 62 Royal Templar Platfotm. •' Twenty women, with remedies new, Bother my wife the whole day through. " Sweet as honey, or bitter as gall — Poor old woman, she takes 'em all. *' Sour or sweet, whatever they choose, Poor old woman, she daren't refuse. " So she pleases whoe'er may call, And Death is scented the best of all. " Physic and blister, powder an' pill — Bound to conquer, and sure to kill ! " III. \ Mrs. Rogers lay in her bed. Bandaged and blistered from foot to head. Blistered bandaged from head to toe, Mrs. Rogers was very low. Bottle and saucer, spoon and cup. On the table stood bravely up, Physics of high and low degree ; Calomel, catnip, boneset tea ; Everything a body could bear. Excepting light and water and air. IV. I opened the blinds ; the day wa§, bright, And God gave Mrs. Rogers some light. I opened the window ; the day was fair. And God gave Mrs. Rogers some air. Bottles and blisters, powders and pills, Catnip, boneset, syrups and squills ; Drugs and medicines, high and low, I threw them as far as I could throw.. •' What are you doing ? =' my patient cried ; '• Frightening Death " I cooly replied. " You are crazy ! " a visitor said : I flung a bottle at his head. V. De'-icon R-Q^fers he came to me * tfotm. ss new, through. ;all— iall. choose, ;fuse. all, , of all. i' pill- kill ! " iot to head, to toe, up, air. ira§: bright, ne light. was fair, ne air. id pills, lills ; low, :hrow. Ltient cried eplied. I: Royal Templar Platform. 63 " Wife is a-gettin' her health," said he. " I really think she will worry through ; She scolds me just as she used to do. " All the people have poohed and slurred — All the neighbours have had their word ; '•'Twere better to perish, some of 'em say, Than be cured in such an irregular way." VI. " Your wife," said I, •' had God's good care, And his remedies, light and water and air. " All of the doctors, beyond a doubt, Couldn't have cured Mrs. Rogers without." VII. The Deacton smiled and bowed his head ; " Then your bill is nothing," he said. " God's be the glory, as you say ! God bless you, doctor ! Good day ! good day ! '* VIII. If ever I doctor that woman aga.n, I'll give her medicine made by men. THE LABORING MEN. BY WILL CABLETON. Who are the laboring men ? We are the laboring men : We, the muscle of tribeb and lands, With sun-trod faces and horn-gloved hands, * With well patched garments stained and coarse- With untrained voices heavy and hoarse ; Who brave the death of the noontide heats — Who mow the meadows and pave the streets ; Who push the plow by the smooth faced sod Or climb the crags with the well filled hod. Yes— we are the laboring men — The genuine laboring nien ! :•: 64 Royal Templar Platjorm. And each somewhere in the stormy sky, Has a sweet love star, be it low or high ; For a pride have we to do and dare And a heart have we — to cherish and care And a power have we : for lose our brawn And where were your flourishing cities gone. Or bind our hands or fetter o ir feet And what would the gaunt world find to eat. Ay, where were your gentry then ? For we are the laboring men ! Who are the laboring men ? , We are the laboring men : We who stand in the ranks of trn ie, And count the tallies toil has made ; Who guard the coffers of wealth untold And feed the streams of glistening gold ; Who sc nd the train on its breathless trips And rear the buildings and sail the ships ; And though our coats be a trifle fine, And though our diamonds flash and shine, Yet we are the laboring men — The genuine laboring men ! We bolt the gates of the angry seas ; We keep the nation's granary keys ; The routes of trade we have built and planned. Are veins of life to a hungry land. And power have we in our peaceful strife For a nation's trade is a nation's life ; And take the souls of our commerce in Where were your " artizans' pails of tin ? " Ay, where were your laborers then ? For we are the laboring men ! Who are the laboring men ? We are the laboring men : We of the iron and water way. Whom fire and stream and tide obey ; Who stab the sea with.a prow of oak — Who blot the sky with a cloud of sm.oke : form. rmy sky, or high ; dare h and care our brawn g cities gone, feet d find to eat. ;n? «de, lade ; I untold ng gold ; iiless trips the ships ; ; fine, and shine, eas ; ;ys; It and planned. d. eful strife i life ; lerce in s of tin?" en ? Royal Templar Platform. 6s obey; " oak — f smoke Who bend the breezes unto our wills. And feed the looms and hurry the mills ; Who oft have the lives of a thousand known In the hissing valves that hold our own ! Yes, we are the laboring men ! The genuine laboring men ! And though a coat may a button lack, And though a face l)e sooty and black, And though the words be heavy of flow And the -.:•'!• called thoughts come tardy and slow And t' ough ;':'igh words in a speech may blend, A het t';i a heii^ and a friend's a friend. And i. \)i:wer bcve we : but for our skill The wav ', woul ; drown and the sea would kill. And whc were your gentry then? Ay, we are the laboring men ! Who are the laboring men ? We are the laboring men ! We of the mental toil and strain. Who stall the body and lash the brain ; Who wield our pens when the world's asleep And plead with mortals to laugh or weep ; Who bind the wound and plead the cause. Who preach the sermons and make the laws ; Who man the stage for the listening throng, And fight the devils of shame and wrong. Yes, we are the laboring men — The genuine laboring men ! An though our hands be small and white, And though our ilesh be tender and light, And though our muscle be soft and low. Our red blood sluices be swift of flow ! We've power to kindle passion's fire Witli the flame of zeal and good desire ! Or quell with soothing words and arts, The throbs of grief, the leaping hearts. And who shall question then ? That we arf> thp lahnrinnr men ? a •-■—••• il! 66 . ' ^! hi? 1 ' I'' 72 Royal Templar Platform. Oh ! child cf an infinite Fatiie--, Look up Uirocght the clourlf. rolling by, From the tfn a post horn iacc (f creation To the unruffled blue of the sky. THE BITER BIT. Frcii tho "Modern Tt.mplar." OccAsiONALLv the das(ar.:ly conduct of the enemy over-reached itst-U' and re-acied against their own party, as, the following instance vyiJl show : Oscar Flood, who was taking a very active part in Repeal operations, drove out to a small town accom- panied by Jimny Denison as a sort of aid-decamp. The object of his coming was to keep an eye on a public meeting held by the Thundering Legion. He did not venare to attend the meeting and oppose them openly, but 1. there were anything he could do in a quiet way to render the meeting a failure, he was present to seize the opportunity. He stayed at the hotel all the evening, and was somewhat chagrined to observe that the meeting was popular and largely attended. Besides, the presence of the famous Oscar in the neighborhood had suggested to the committee the advisability of taking additional precautions to preserve order. The appearance of a posse of muscular Templars, with substantial walkingsticks, at the rear of the hall, suggested to enthusiastic Repealers that discretion was the better part of valor. It was beginning to look as though Oscar's errand was likely to prove a failure. In his wrath he was led to take a most despicable revenge, Jimmy Denison was sitting in an adjoining room and overhear '. ,« conversation between the Colonel and a dark feature > iividual with a scar on his cheek. He distinctly kss-> She words : " First stall on the right Haiform. her, is rolling by, trf creation ■je sky. !T. plar." duct of the enemy nst their own party, very active part in small town accom- ort of aid-de camp, p an eye on a public ?ion. meeting and oppose ing he could do in g a failure, he was He stayed at the 2what chagrined to ipular and largely nous Oscar in the he committee the autions to preserve luscular Templars, 5 rear of the hall, that discretion wa^ igh Oscar's errand a most despicable ig in an adjoining etween the Colonel L scar on his cheek. 3t stall oh the right Royal Templar Platform. 73 -a parson's horse--mane and tail— five dollars for a clean job." Jimmy started from a reverie and sauntered out of the house with an unconcerned air and made Straight for the stables. If it were light enough for us to see his operations, we should find that he was changing the posiuoiiS of some of the horses. He teturned to the house and resumed his reverie, although his thoughts had apparently taken a humorous turn, for le occasionally shook with suppressed merriment. In a jew minutes voices were heard again in the next room, f Are you sure you made a clean job of it? " (Jimmy t)ricked up his ears.) " You bet. Colonel, she's as bare IS the palm o' your hand." (Jimmy smiled.) "It feeemed most a shame, Colonel," the second voice con- Jmued, "she's a blamed handsome beast." (Jimmy Jiggled.) •' What does a blamed parson want with such I fine horse ? " (Jimmy withdrew to the darkest corner 3f the room and indulged in a series of the most surpris- ing contortions.) [The reader will understand that I ^m HI the habit of modifying the adjectives of some of my speakers in order to render their speech tolerably presentable.] A few minutes later, just as the public n'eetmg was breaking up, the Colonel called for his ^orse. A number of persons had congregated about le front of the hotel, and something seemed to be kmusmg them very much. The Colonel stepped to the Boor to ascertain the cause of their fun. In the full Hare of the light stood an elegant phaeton, to which was fcarnessed a stately mare— a beast handsome in every Particular, except that her mane was clipped close to the ^eck, and every hair had been shorn from her tail. This Outraged member she was whisking and flourishing in a 'ointed and ludicrous manner to the intense delight of le crowd. With one glance the Colonel took in the Btuation, and then nearly strangled himself in the effort Id express his wrath. Jimmy Denison stood on the ierandah with his hands on his lips solemnly surveying Bie devastation. As the Colonel paused to catch his Ireath, Jimmy exclaimed in a stage whisper : " It ain't 74 Royal Templar Platform. his fault, Colonel." " What do you mean ? " roared the irate Oscar. " You told him the first stall on the right instead of on the left, and he docked your mare instead of the parson's, that's all." Jimmy's explanation wa> heard by the crowd, and their roars of delighted laughter so bewildered the Colonel that he scarcely realized how badly he had been given away. ** If I thought the villain played that trick on me," he muttered as he got into the buggy, " I'd wring his ugly head off." "Colonel,' said Jimmy, as they drove off, " If I was you I wouldn't have no dealings with that ugly warmint with the print of the hot flat-iron on his face. He's a blamed snake." Jimmy's countenance was virtue itself. The drive back to Roxton was performed in silence, save a few profound remarks from Jimmy on the folly of having to do with ugly men with marks on their faces. The fact is, Jimmy's I gravity was so unnatural that as they reached the Staten House the Colonel scrutinized him suspiciously and remarked : *• Jimmy, if you hadn't been a born fool— if I thought you knew enough— I'd bet ten dollars you swapped them horses." "Colonel," said Jimmy, as solemn as a judge, " don't you risk no more money to night ; you've paid enough for that job " The Colonel entered the house growling at large, and | Jimmy went into retirement where he shook laughter! from him as a dog shakes off water after a swim. " Ho : * ho! ho!" he chuck'' ;ci, "a born fool. Ho! ho! ho! What must it be to be born wise." As Redfern and , Maywood drove home that night in the minister's buggy 1 they did not know the sentence of destruction that had! been passed against their horse's, flowing mane and tail,! nor did they know that this mutilation had been diverted! to Colonel Oscar Flood's high-priced mare simply by Jimmy Denison's monkey-like propensity for mischief. itform. 1 mean ? " roared the' rst stall on the right id your mare instead ly's explanation was of delighted laughtei scarcely realized how "If I thought the e muttered as he got lead off." "Colonel,' I was you I wouldn't rmint with the print 's a blamed snake." Jlf. The drive back , save a few profound Df having to do with The fact is, Jimmy's y reached the Staten im suspiciously and been a born fool — if bet ten dollars you 2I," said Jimmy, as no more money to job " rowling at large, and ; he shook laughter .fter a swim. " Ho \ fool. Ho! ho! ho " As Redfern and^ the minister's buggy! lestruction that hadl ving mane and tail,! an had been diverted! ed mare simply bjj nsity for mischief. Royal Templar Platform. 73 SELLING OUT. SIDNEY C. KENDALL. The name I was born to is Paddy Moriety, A dealer I am of the retail variety, Pushing my trade in the cause of sobriety , Which nobody can deny. 1 find to my sorrow things go by contrarety— •Tis little I ask of the world but its charity— The trade that I follow is doomed to disparity ; Which nobody can deny. Indade, is it this that you call Christianity ? Is It shut up me barroom ! And where was your sanity ? Me that was always a friend of humanity ; " Which nobody can deny. Oh ! the best of good luck to the tavern that bon^ Ihe same that was kept by me father before me, And if I shut down how the boys will deplore me Which nobody can deny. ' For some was hot and some was cold. Some was young and some was old. Some was wet and some was dry. Some was wake and some was spry, I Some was ragged and some was tough. Some was smooth and some was rough, Some was born and some was dead, [Some was buried and some was wed [Some was sick and some was well,— What was the matter they never could tell. Some was rich and some was poor ; All knew the way to Moriety's door ; [All the byes from near and far, — [Jolly good fellows around the bar— [Every bummer, whatever his hap, [Knew the way to Moriety's tap ; me. 76 Royal Templar Platform, 'Vinter and summer the best of socety Come to the tavern of Paddy Moriety ; Which nobody can deny. Oh Paddy Moriety you're in a fix ; Hang out the red flag and sell off your sticks ; Prnhihu.or. has come like a thousand of bricks ; Which nobody can deny. When I first heard the news it gave me a sliock, Much like what they call an electric knock ; And so, by the powers, I'll sell off my stock ; ' Which nobody can deny. I've the best of good liquor for them who can treasure it ; Bottles to hold it, a " gigger " to measure it ; Benches and boxes for men who can leisure it ; Which nobody can deny. I've taps and pipes and bctties and mugs, Spittoons, matches, lights, toothpicks and plu, Cigars and tobacco, a wonderful st^f k, Mild cigarettes for the " chip of the olodc " ; Cinnamon, nutn -gs, red pepper and ice, Cloves, raisins, lemons, ginger and spice, Pictures of horses and women and sluggers, Figh .ing cock ;, racing yachts, bulldogs and luggers, Suliivan, Het.ian, and that sort of Which nobody can deny. I've '"hampagne, Sherry, Claret and Punch To tickle your palate whcnev r yc j lunch ; Julep, r cktail and Brandy Sling. Imperial Knickerbine, drink for a king; "ot I ' oomotive and Whiskey fizz f jne see, Stonewal Toddy and Quiz; J.ianuj Gaff and Tom md Jerry, Saratoga Brace Up, to ake you merry ; Royal Tnnplar Platform. Knickerbocker and Brandy Smash — To garnish your nose with a beautiful rash- English Bishop and Brandy Flip, Golden Slipper and Mississipp ; Eggnogg, Red Lion, Whiskey Bracket, Best thing out for raising a racket, Champagne Velvet, soft as silk, Gin Fizz, Gin Sling, Gin and milk ; Brandy Shrub and Brandy Straight, Orange 1 nch and Soldiers' Fate ; Hot Scotch W ,key Punch lor party, Old Tom Gin, so hale and hearty ; Gin and Tansy, Bishop and Plush, Hot Bull Run, in case of a rush ; Tom Collins, Blue Blazes, Sangaree, Mudford, Absinthe (whatever that be), Martini Cafe', Sour Apple Jack, East India Cocktail, made with Arrack ; Rochester Cobbler, to swell the muster, Columbia Skin and Brandy Crusta ; Forty Rod, Negus, Ruby and Scarf, Eye Opener, Fork Lightning, Arf and Arf ; Seltzers and Nectars, Sodas and Shrubs, lumblers, decanters, barrels and tubs ;— Ml these drinks however you fix 'em — And as many more if you know how to mix 'em- All to be sold for the sake of sobriety Out of the tavern of Paddy Moriety ; Which nobody can deny. 77 THE THREE LOVERS. Here's a precept, young man, vou should follow with care ; If you're courting a girl, court her honest and squae. Mr. 'Liakim Smith was a hnrd-fisted farmer Of moderate -^ ealth, And immodera e health, 78 Royal Templar Platform, \^.. m mm Who fifty odd years, in a stub-and-twist armor Of callus and tan, Had fought like a man TTis own dogged progress, through trials and cares, And log-heaps and brush heaps and wild cats and bears. And agues and fevers and thistles and briers, Poor kinsmen, rich foemen, false saints, and true liarsf; Who oft, like the *' man in our town," overwise, mfef!"''"^ Through the brambles of error had scratched out his eyes, And when the unwelcome result he had seen, » Had altered his notion, Reversing the motion, And scratched them both in again, perfect and clean ; Who had weathered some storms, as a sailor might say, And tacked to the left, and the right of his way, Till he found himself anchored, past tempests and breakers, Upon a good farm of a hundred odd acres. As for 'Liakim's wife, in four words may be told Her whole standing in life : She was 'Liakim's wife. Whereas she'd been young, she was now growing old, But did, she considered, as well as one could, When he looked on her hard work, and saw 'twas tood. The family record showed only a daughter ; But she had a face. As if each tabled Grace In a burst of delight to her bosom had caught her. Or as if all the flowers in each Smith generation Had blossomed at last in one grand culmination. Style lingered unconscious in all of her dresses ; She'd starlight for glances and sunbeams for tresses, Wherever she went, with her right royal tread. Each youth, when he'd passed her a bit, turned his; head ; And so one might say, though the figure be strained, She had turned half the heads that the township con- tained. ^1 Royal Templar Platform, 79 Now Bess had a lover— a monstrous young hulk ; A farmer by trade — Strong, sturdy, and staid ; A man of good parts— if you counted by bulk ; A man of great weight— by the scales ; and, indeed, A man of some depth— as was shown by his feed. His face was a fat exclamation of wonder ; His voice was not quite unsiiggestive of thunder; His laugh was a cross 'twixt a yell and a chuckle ; He'd a number one foot, And a number ten boot, And a knock-down reserved in each separate knuckle. He'd a heart mad in love with the girl of his choice, Who made him alternatively mope and rejoice. By dealing him one day discouraging messes. And soothing him next day with smiles and caresses. Now Bess had a lover who hoped her to wed A rising young lawyer— more rising than read ; Whose theories all were quite startling ; and who, Like many a chap In these days of strange hap, W^as living on what he expected to do ; While his landlady thought 'twould have been rather neat Could he only have learned. Till some practice was earned, To subsist upon what he expected to eat. He was bodily small, howe'er mentally great, And suggestively less than a hundred in weight. 'Now Bess had a lover— young Patrick, a sinner, And lad of all work. From the suburbs of Cork, Who worked for h^i father, and thought he could win her. And if Jacob could faithful serve fourteen years through. And still thrive and rejoice, r^i -lie j;::i ui ilJ3 L;nuiCC, He thought he could play the same game one or two. ffi liMl ^1 80 R(^al Templar Platform. Now 'Liakim Smith had a theory hid, And by egotism fed, Somewhere up in his head, That a dutiful daughter should always as bid Grow old in the service of him who begot her, Imbibe his beliefs, Have a care for his griefs, And faithfully bring him his cider and water. So, as might be expected, he turned up his nose, Also a cold shoulder, to Bessie's two beaux, And finally turned them away from his door, Forbidding them ever to enter it more ; And detailed young Patrick as kind of a guard, With orders to keep them both out of the yard. So Pat took his task with a treacherous smile, And bullied the small one. And dodged the big tall one, And slyly made love to Miss Bess all the while. But one evening, when 'I.iakim and wife crowned their labors With praise and entreating At the village prayer-meeting, And Patrick had stepped for a while to some neighbors'. The lawyer had come, in the trimmest of dress. And, dapper and slim. And small, e'en for him. Was holding a session of court with Miss Bess. And Bess, sly love athlete, was suited first rate At a flirtation-mill with this legal light weight ; And was listening to him, as minutes spun on. Of pleas he could make, And of fees he would take. And of suits that he should, in future have won ; When just as the cold, heartless clock counted eight, Miss Bessie's quick ear caught a step at the gate. " 'Tie i-nnfhpr I" chb• T ;rr>>^1'^>'^ • w ■..-•t) g;v 'ji:iT_r!., i 1UJJ-;1W1C ; But father'il drive round and come in the back door ! h ■•■■- J crowned their Royal Templar Platform. You cannot escape them, however you turn ! So hide for awhile — let me see — in this churn !" 8i The churn was quite large enough for him to turn in — Expanded out so, By machinery to go, 'Twoiild have done for a dairy-man Cyclops to churn in. Twas fixed for attaching a pitman or lever, To go by horse-power — a notion quite clever, Invented and built by the Irishman, Pat, Who pleased Mr. 'Liakim hugely by that. The lawyer went into the case with much ease, And hugged the belief That the cause would be brief, And settled himself down with hardly a squeeze. And Bess said, "Keep still, for there's plenty of room," And shut down the cover, and left him in gloom. But scarcely were masters left decently so. In walked — not her mother. But — worry and bother ! — The mammoth young farmer, whose first name was Joe. And he gleefully sung, in a heavy bass tone Which came in one note From the depth of his throat, " I'm glad I have come, since I found you alone. Let's sit here awhile, by this kerosene light. An' spark it awhile now with all of our might." And Bessie was willing ; and so they sat down. The maiden so fair and the farmer so brown. They talked ot things great, and they talked of things small, Which none could condemn, And which may have pleased them, But which did not interest the lawyer at all ; -T.tiu ijcr^iic bcciuca giving DUi liUie conceiii To the feelings of him she had shut in the churn. '.< a: 82 Royal Templar Platform. Till Bessie just artlessly mentioned the man And Joe with a will to abuse him began, ' And called him full many an ignoble name, Appertaining to "scrubby," ' And " shorty," and •' stubby," And other descriptions not wide of the same ; And Bessie said naught in the lawyer's behalV, But seconded Joe, now and then, with a laugh ; And the lawyer said nothing, but winked at his fate. And, somewhat abashed, And decidedly dashed. Accepted Joe's motions sans vote or debate. And several times he, with policy stern, Repressed a desire to breal, out of the churn. Well knowing he thus might get savagely used And if not quite eaten, Would likely be beaten. And probably injured as well as abused. But now came another quick step at the door. And Bessie was fearful, the same as before ; And tumbling Joe over a couple of chairs. With a general sound Ot thunder all 'lound, She hurried him up a short pair of back stairs ; And close in the garret condemned him to wait Till orders from her, be it early or late. Then tripping her way down the stair-case, she said, " I'll smuggle them off when the folks get to bed." It was not her parents ; 'twas crafty young Pat, Returned from his visit ; and straightway he sat Beside her, remarking, The chairs were in place, He would sit near her, and view her sweet face. So gayly they talked, as the minutes fast flew. Discussing such matters as both of them knew, While often Miss Bessie's sweet laugh answered back, For Pat, be it known. Had some wit of his own, And in irony efforts was sharp as a tack. Royal Templar Platform. 83 And finally Bessie his dancing tongue led, By a sly, 'lextrous turn. To the man in the churn, And the farmer who eagerly listened o'erhead ; Whereat the young Irishman volubly gave A short dissertation, Whose main information Was that one was a fool and the other a knave. Slim chance there must be for the world e'er to learn How pleasant this was to the man in the churn ; Though, to borrow a figure lent by his position. He was doubtless in somewhat a worked-up condition. It may ne'er be sung, and it may ne'er be said, How well it was liked by the giant o'erhead. He lay on a joist— for there wasn't any floor — And the joists were so few, And so far apart toe He could not, in comfort, preempt *ny more ; And he nearly had knocked through tbe plastering quite, And challenged young Pat to a fair and square fight ; But he dare not do elsewise than Bessie had said, f'or fear, as a lover, he might lor.e his head. But now from the meeting the old folks returned, And sat by the stove as the fire brightly burned ; And Patrick came in from the care of the team ; And since in the house there vas over much cream, He thought that the horses their supper might earn, And leave him full way To plow early next day. By working that night for awhile at the churn. The old folks consented ; and Patrick went out. Half chuckling, for he had a shrewd Irish doubt. From various slight sounds he had chanced to discern, That Bess had a fellow shut up in the churn. The lawv^r mpanwhilo in Uia hiAi^^ .^1^ J Low grunted and hitched and contorted and stooped, Ni 84 Royal Templar Platform. But hung to the place Uke a man in a dream ; And when the young Irishman went for the team, To stay or to fly, he could hardly tell which ; But hoping to get Neatly out of it yet, He concluded to hang to the very last hitch. The churn was one side of the house, recollect, So rods with the horsepower outside could connect • And Bess stood so near that she took the lamp's gleam in While her mother was cheerfully pouring the cream in • Who, being near-sighted, and minding her cup, Had no notion of what she was covering up ; w"' the lawyer, meanwhile, had he dared to have spoke. Would have owned that he saw the whole cream of the joke. But just as the voice of young Patrick came strong And clear through the window, « All ready ! go 'long i" And just as the dasher its motion began, Stirred up by its knocks. Like a Jack-in-the-box He jumped from his damp, dripping prison— and ran. And made a frog-leap o'er the stove and a chair, With some crisp Bible words not intended for prayer. All over the kitchen he rampaged and tore. And ran against everything there but the door ; Tipped over old 'Liakim flat on his back, And left a long trail of rich cream on his track. '• Ou ! ou ! 'tis a ghost !" quavered 'Liakim's wife ; A ghost, if I ever saw one in my life !" " The Devil !" roared 'Liakim, fubbing his shin. " No ! no !" shouted Patrick, who just then came in : To bring on him a laugh- In the shape of a calf ; It isn't the devil ; it's one of his sons ! If so that the spalpeen had words he could utter. Hc'ci iiwear he loved Bessie, an' loved no one butther." Royal Templar Platform. 85 Now Joe lay full length on the scantling o'erhead, And tried to make out What it all was about, By list'ning to all that was done and was said ; But somehow his balance became uncontrolled, And he on the plastering heavily rolled. It yielded instanter, came down with a crash, And fell on the heads of the folks with a smash. And there his plump limbs through the orifice swung, And he caught by the arms and disgracefully hung, His ponderous body, so clumsy and thick, Wedged into that posture as tight as a brick. And 'Liakim Smith, by amazement made dumb At those legs in the air Hanging motionless there, V Concluded that this time the devil had come ; And seizing a chair, he belabored them well, While the head pronounced words that no printer would spell. And there let us leave them, 'n.id outcry and clatter, To come to their wits, and then settle the matter. And take for the moral this inference fair : If you're courting a girl, court her honest and square. VICTORY. When weary in the conflict, When saddened in the fight ; When conscious of thy weakness. And of the tempter's might — Let hope uphold thee, brother. And give thee second sight. Then shalt thou see around thee The holy and the true ; \t one with thee in object, At one to be and do : At one to dare and suffer. To bear the battle through. 86 Royal Templar Platform. Ah, pause a moment, brother, — Look o'er what has been gained By those who've gone before us, And many a vict'ry claimed : And canst thou doubt full triumph At last shall be attained ? Then cast thme eye around thee, Survey the battle-field, And know ours are no armies To falter or to yield : Nay, rather shall our contract With our life-blood be sealed. What though the foe possesses A licensed tyrant's might To devastate our nation — Think, brother, we have right ; And right, wrong might must vanquish As daylight chaseth night. Then turn thou to the future. Behold it drawing near ; That glad, that glorious morning, To faithful hearts so dear. When Bacchus shall be banished, No more to blight and sear. Then back to work, my brother. Turn thou, with stalwart heart. Right bravely in the conflict Maintain thy place and part. Until the shout of "Vict'ry ! " From each fond lip shall start. INSANE, HE SWEPT THE KEYS. ■W. C. HAFIiEY. It was at one of the railroad stations in the Northwest that the incident referred to in the following Royal Templar Platform. Oh, light and shade ! The artist hand Must mingle tints of every hue To paint a picture stern and true Then turn to sorrow's haunt thy gaze ! A dim light o'er a garret thrown, A care-worn woman, who hath known That saddening dream called " better days." Dragged down to drink-caused woes by him Whose vows of love her youth beguiled ; A drunkard s wife, a drunkard's child Are doomed to want and penury grim. This night the mother's heart was wrung ; She saw, by dim light, famtly shed. Oh, grief ! beside her darling's bed A little empty stocking hung ! And she had naught to fill it left ! No little toy, for childish treat , No golden orange, juicy, sweet. By him for drink, of all bereft ! She slept that night, 'twas misery's sleep,. Till Christmas carols, sweet and clear, Broke in the morning on her ear ; Then she awoke to sigh and weep. Her mother-heart gave one wild throb. She heard her darling's fingers grope Around the cot, in childish hope — Then came a silence, and a sob ! It spoke of childish hopes all crushed, Of an awakening from a dream Bright with an almost fairy gleam, It told of joy's song, rudely hushed ! Much grief the mother's heart had known^ Hunger and cold and untold woe ; But ne'er such anguish did she know As wrung her heart that Christmas morn ' 89. ^-; • vt iSJia 3H% icit i^iWi 5 i;xcaic3i aiim 90 Royal Templar Platform. Whate'er life's miseries, or its woes, None are so fierce, so dire as those Man on his fellow-man doth bring ! Oh, loving mother! tender wife. Whose hand upholds the wine-cup red, Yet seest no cause for future dread. Know this — that wine with woe is rife ! He drank and fell, and thou dost blame ; Hath not the cup the selfsame sting ? When thou thy stone at him doth fling. Remember ! Thine may do the same ! WRECK OF THE JULE LA PLANTE. 'TwAS one dark night on Lac St. Pierre, De weend was blow, blow, blow, When de crew of de wood skow Jule La Plante Got scar an' ron below. For de weend she's blow lak hurricane, Bimeby she's blow some more. When de skow bus up on Lac St. Pierre 'Bout 'alf mile from de shore. De captain she's walk on de front deck, She's walk on de hine deck too ; She's call de crew from up dat hole, She's call de cook also. De cook he's name was Rosa, He's come from Mo'real, Was chambermaid on lumber barge On de beeg Lachine Canal. De ween was blow from de nor, eas, wes, De sou weend she's blow too, Wen Rosa say «' Oh, captain, dear, Watever shall we do ? " Royal Templar Platform. De captain she's trow de hank, But still dat skow she's dreef, For de crew he can't pas on de shore Because he's loss dat skiff. De night was dark lak one black cat, De wave ron high and fass Wen de captain take poor Rosa An' lash her by de mass. De captain she's put on de life preserve, An' jump into de lak, An' he say " Good-by, Rosa dear, I go drown for your sak " Nex morning very early, 'Bout 'alf-pass two, tree, four, De captain, cook and wood skow Lay corpses on dat shore. An' weend she's blow like hurricane, Bimeby she's blow some more, An de skow buss up on Lak St. Pierre. 'Bout 'alf mile from de shore. l'envoi. Now hall good wood skow sailors man. Take warnin by dat storm, An' go marry one nice French girl A' leeve on one good farm, Den de weend she may blow lak hurricane, An' spose she's blow some more, Yon don' be drowned on Lak St. Pierre So long's you stop on shore. 91 SMITH-SUPERABUNDANT. My Friends and Feller Folks,— My name ib Smith, and I am not ashamed of it. No sir-ee. It may be that no person in this vast assemblage owns dat very 9a Royal Templar Platform. uncommon name. If, however, dar be one such, let him hold up his head, pull up his dickey, turn out his toes, take courage, thank his stars dat " dar are a few- more left ob de same sort." Smith, gentlemen, am an illustrious name, And stands eber high in de annals ob fame. Let White, Brown and Jones increase as dey will, Believe me dat Smith will outnumber dem still. What am de reason dat Smith am such u universal genius ? What am de reason dat he am here, dar, and all ober at de same time ? Sometimes he am preachm' a sermon, someiimes robbin' a bank, sometimes h is blowed up in a steamboat, sometimes he am smashed by a railroad car, sometimes he am livin' in de St. Nicolas Hotel, and sometimes in a dry goods box, sometimes he am dancing on a ball room floor, and sometin.es he am dancing on nufifin'. Some people say he was de man who bucked de bull ;;ft de bridge ; and some folk say dat he was de man what struck Billy Patterson ; and den, agin some folks say dat he was de pussun what laid the foundation of Gorden Bennet's fortune, by starting ahead wid a fire in de rear. Now, what am de reason ob all des different reports ? It's becase dey ain't de real Smith, ,o more dan a boss chestnut am a chestnut boss, and becase de Peter Funks ob de human pop'lation wants to come de gum game and bamboozle de male heds of society. But dey can't do it. Ah, I am here myself. I is ! I's a waiting for dem. I'se a lyin' low, like a jackal, a take care of de honour of de Smith generation, and I'll fetch 'em out all right, jest as certain as four and eleben a^c eight. What wuz the origen ob de Smiths ? Why sah, de Smiths wuz the 'riginal human family, an' es long es dey behaved demselves dey wuz allowed to keep de family name. But es soon es a man disgraced himself he wuz put out ob de family and had to take some oder name. p de Royal Templar Platform, 93 Feller-citizens, I am proud of being an original SmM — not a Smiths, nor a Smyth, but a regular S-n i-t-h Smith. Putting a Y in de middle or an E at Je end won't do, gentlemen— nary time. Who eber heard of any great men by de nameob Smvth oi Smithe'? Echo answers, JV/io? and everybod wers, "nary one." But as for Smith, plain S-m-i-t h , de pillars of fame are covered wid dat honorable na reverend name. Who was de most witty, racy anu most popular authors ob dis century. Horace and Albut Smith. Who was se da. man and 'ooman hadn't tempted for to But had gone 'bout deir gardenin', and 'tended to deir Dey wouldn't hab been loafin' whar dey had no business Royal Templar Platform. loi And de debbil nebber'd got a chance to tell 'em what to No half.wav doin's, bredren ! It'll neber do I sav ' Go at your task and finish it, and den's de time to play — For eben if de crap is good, ae rain '11 spile de bolls Unless yon keep a-pickin' in de garden ob your souS. AnTwhel'^i"' ^""^ ^"^°r'' '"^ ^-^"^P'"' «b de rows, owes; ^ ' ^°" "^^^ p'y "p^^h^^ y°" But if you'qnits a-workin ebery time time de sun is hot De shenff's gwine to lebby upon eberyting you's got ^^'trough,'"' ^°" ■' '^"'''"' "'' ^' '^"^^ ^"d d^^be it ^""^ to°do -^'^ ""^" '*°P ^°"' ^"^ ^° ^^^^ y°"'« gwine For when ;ou see a nigger foolin', den, as shure's you're You's gwine to see him comin' out de small eend ob de A !f ^ >^,''"?'^5''J°^"'^°"'^ 'bo"t to pass aroun' de hat And don't let's hab no half-way doin' when it comes to THE VICTIM'S TURN. PUCK. When Father .^sop finally died, His aged spirit was full of pride ; And as he started for Styx's shore, He looked forward with joy to passing o'er t ^}%l'^^'''^^ boat for spectacular shows And Charon dressed in his Sunday clo'es • \ 102 Royal Templar Platform. And a band of music tooting ahead A tended by a respectful throng, ' Ihey d,d„', seem ready ,o weTcore'liira ■ The": ::: „"°P-ession ready toZ'.^, Nn fl!. °^ ^ ^'"g'e triumphal arch To ^. '"' 1° ^°'""^>«ee, no bard ' To welcome h.m into the Spirit Land. But on the shore in the cool, damp mist And ;?'"''' ""'""S '^' FabuLr; '' And^^sop perceived with a certain shock Hehdfnl^^^^^ InH \'u''V\'' ^^""'"''^ had served his turn They awaited ttTd^Fl^l^r"^ ""^^' Up spoke the Countryman, stern and grim "i^ln'ir./ ^'^^'^^ f^b"''«^ " but you see" ;7oti?t^h^er:t^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ irave got us shut out of Paradise ' Here we are wandering sad and'sick Fof thT V' ^hey won't let'us across he 'creek • For tl\^Tr? "^^' th^"^ spirits free ' tor the kmd of fool you have made of me Royal Templar Platform. loj And now you tell me, and dern quick too. Swimm.ng rivers with salt in sacks Or warming vipers, I'd like to ax ? » wtpn H^^"/' '^'"^ '''*^ ^''' "J"«^ tell old chap, When did I get in anyone's lap ? ^' Or imported a lion's skin from the south And gave my disguise away with my moith ? Or when was I ever, just kindly say, ^'"^"'''^ Unable to tackle two bundles of hay ? TU^^'u^^'^ '}^ ^^°'^' "^"d here /am 1 he fellow who argued and fooled with the lam b How long do you think the water supply. '"'^' S^S f^^^T^" ™y '"""''°" ^'th lamb in my eye • " nle "' -^^''''"-^"d his tone wasn't <« r ?''^'^'' ^^^^Sations to no derned mice, " f ain'r.^t"""^''''""^,.,-""^ '^^ Lion looked bad, u M T » ^" If ?'^' ''^e "° ^^'•"ed shad." ' "And !U?,l'';'i^"\^'' "^°"'t ^^^^^ "o file «' AinW n''' ^ ?° ^^^^' °"^e in a while ^^ Am t generally picked me out'en the dirt And warmed me to life in no flannel shirt ; Yet though I'm a harmless garter snake «. n ; r""" Pe''°" ^ chaw I'll take ; AndTh!: F kT'' '^'' ?'"^^ *^ "°t to be missed," t^^ ^u^^'^' ""^"t ^o'" the Fabulist ; W.>h .K /^^"^/f^'^P ^"^ ^'^^ the wind, With the five of his victims in chase behind. The traveller now to Styx's shore, Who waits for Charon to ferry him o'er May see half hid in the river grass, ' A ^r ,1°"' ? Countryman, an Ass, A Wolf and a Snake who come and go, Calmly patrolling to and fro : While in the distance may be seen An aged Fabulist, agile and lean, ' iJodging about in the vain, vain hope. 4i 104 Royal Templar Platform. Of getting down to that river's slope : it IS .hsops victims having their turn. " LET THERE BE LIGHT." ,,,. , . " Let there be light," Mid innate darkness thrilling. Deep into night, ' Till , -.u • ^^^ "''^^'y sentence broke, Till, with Its rays, the world with brightness filling, The slumbering day awoke. " Let there be light," A myriad meteors gleaming, Transient as bright, n-ii L ^^^^ countless stars yet stav • 1.11 up .he steep there ch,„bs, w,';h g^l, beaming The monarch of the day. ^ c^ii .„ ," Let there be light," Still, still the the message ringing Through the dark night Cf^ 1 , 9^ ^'"' ^"'^ shame, and woe Steals o'er the earth, with blessings up^'ard winging, Till all Its joys shall know. ^ ^' A ^^■r " Let there be light, ' And life, and peace, and gladness, Messengers bright, ru..- ^"^ blessed above all worth • Chasing away all pain and strife and sadness. As mists from off the earth, T J u " ^^^^ there be light," Lord, hear thy servants crying, " Let there be light " Till nil fk ^PP" °"'" <^arksome way, rill all the earth, on Jesu's love relying Shall hail eternal day. ' Royal Templar Platform, A LEADER WANTED. HIDNKY C. KKNDALI,. •'THERE WAS A MAN SENT FROM GOD." Is THERE no hand to wake the sounding lyre? Is there no voice to thrill with Power Divine? No heart now pregnant with celestial fire ? Nor soul that sprang from the heroic line? Ye who in former times have sounded loud I he trumpet note that summoned to the fray Ye hvmg flames who stirred the sordid crowd lo deeds heroic in our father's day ; Come once again in this world's great need, xvl t" ^- '^'"^'c.ence falters and the heart is cold a'".\'"'J " ''"^^^^ ''^ ^"^ ^"stful greed, ' And Right IS trampled in the rush for gold ; Speak mighty voice and summon once again ' 1 he soul that Slumbers in its house of clay • Arouse the conscience of degenarate men And bid them live as in their father's day; ^^r\^''T f ^J^°'^ ^"^ ^^^ ^^'•^"d of shame, Rv li . 1"^"".^^°" ^^^•■^ ^'^e Patriot bled, V H If Tl^ ^^"'^ Slowed the martyr's flame And bloody fields where Freedom's course was sped ; By the great price that men in noble days Have paid for Liberty and Trur^ .:nd Right • Th' fT T '°^"^^ ^''''' ^"- '^id us raise' 1 he fallen banner and renew the fight. '^'-ru^^^'" ^n^^ '^°"'^' ^" ^o"'" of direst need, J he Onflamme is drooping o'er the van. The host ,s halting Lord, for one to lead, n not a Demi-god at least a man. ^^rlS^""^ """i' ^^^^^^r - God of Israel, sornd ihe thunder voice that all the world must know •If Mammon Pharoah hath man's spirit Znd Another Moses send to let thy people go. 105 m li i lo6 Royai Templar Platform. A VISION OF CHRISTMAS EVE. HIDNKY f. KKNDAI-I.. I had a dream that was not all a dream It was the blessed hour of Christmas Eve • Bright shone the lights upon the midnight gloom ^ast fell the snow upon the hurrying ihronu Along the crowded way a presence came, Not seen nor heard amid the multitude But felt and known by every human heart. But seen by me (the privilege of a dream), I hough all I saw my tongue could never lell No need to ask the question : " Who is this ^ " Convjct.on told each awe-struck heart 'twas Christ ' he Holy one, the Prince of love and peace. Ihe hovvling wind that swept the busy street Recoiled in reverence and struck him not, ' 'vu ^.T^ ^'""'^ ^'"^'' ^'^e ^-^'-irth and skv. Ihe falling snow that filled the wintry air Ann'fo' T"k^; '" '"'' "'^'^''"8 downward flight, And tormed a halo 'round that holy brow, W hereon sat love, undying love, enthroned. As in the crowded street the Saviour stood • Ihe frozen pathway gleamed like Lurnished'gold Beneath his feet, the glory of his form ^ Rebuked the blackness of the midnight gloom. And ,t was granted me, Oh ! wondrous boon, 1 o kneel repentant at that sacred form, To gaze through tears upon that holy face And read forgiveness in those loving eves And as the Saviour gazed upon the mass, 1 he hardened sinner shrank abashed and felt Conviction dire through all his guilty soul. Ihe samt looked up with smiles of holy joy Upon his radiant face, as tho' a Hash ' Of heavenly light had burst upon his path. Amid the hurrying throng the Saviour stood, 1 he Lord of earth, the guest of Christmas Day Royal Templar Platform. 107 And scattered blessings on the sons of men ; And at his sacred, pierced feet I knelt, My soul so full of holy ecstasy, My swelling heart with strong emotions stirred, It seemed that earth were passed and Heaven had come. I may not— cannot— tell the whole I felt, Kut fast upon those pierced feet fell tears Of sweet repentance and of holy joy. And I awoke and found 't vas but a dream. And was it but a dream ? o. shall we say The veil was for the moment la'en away. That hides from eyes of flesh the things unseen ; 1 he things eternal and invisible. And on the real world of light and life. My spirit's eyes were privileged to gaze ' And see the keeping of the Saviour's word : Lo ! I am with you alwavs to the end." \Vas It a dream ? I know not. This I know, My heart was softened by the Saviour's love. My soul subdued beneath his gentle hand. Oh ! I shall love the Saviour all my days ; And serve him with a purer, stronger faith. If I may hear again that Heavenly voice, And kneel once more to kiss that blessed hand, 1 IS worth a life of toil and patient waiting. THE PROHIBITION ARMY. MINNIE MOSBBR JACKSON. ^ ^^^ r^r^ ^'^^"'^ ""^ thousands, make a mighty music Far from ocean unto ocean, like soul answering to soul, lis the lemplar army marching up to Prohibition's goal. See their pennons in the sunshine, white as snow new- fallen stream. io8 Royal Templar Platform. """' "do.hT'aT "«" '■•" "'"'' "" -^h «-'""« eye For " Imm^uel." God „i,h .s, on .heir battle banners bore ■■ '""■P"'' ^ """e knightly raotto ''"" rSgh'thrair """'"""'' ^"-"^ •" "-'"8 But ne>. souls with dauntless courage this white oriflamme ^""' ')Vt^ln?°'"' louder, "Truth and right shall "** ' o? rT. °' ''""" """^ '""""^ ' "»"' ! ye Saracens •Tis the^sojmd of voice a,:d cymbal, 'tis the clarion and For 'ri"J«phant hosts to meet ye and destroy ye all have '"'"^st^Xt"""''"^' """' ""' """ ''^'"^- ''''" "'behold"^ °" "" ''^-"""'' "'''' ^l"" ^ni^h ; for ""' "a'nS°soid°' "'" '""-'"^''"^ 'hat can no. be bought ■''"■"" posl'sTndre'^"^^' ''""''"' "■'°- «-'« P- ^"^ ""n'd p^ie" ""^'" ""'' '""'" "■'''" ""= "'» « high Be the victory near or distant, ye. ihe vic.ory is sure. iii shing eye - banners St a rock- It of yore' tly motto evening riflamnie ?ht shall •aracens on and ill have blood- sh ; for bought d pur- is high jre. Royal Templar Platform. 109 VAS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? Iltog'dd^efon ho""' /!'' "°^' ^'' ^^Pends I b« ^k ^ .^^"^ y°" ^oo'^ at id, mine friends Vas marriage a failure ? Der vote vas in doubt • Lhose do.s oudt vould be in. dhose^ dott^^vould be Get's Tvif'"'' ^^^^'•'^"^e. good looks und cu.n Budt Vf 7' f "" ^'^^ ^^""d«^d dousandl, ;:ash ^I haf der o"h^°"'^"^T '^^'^ '^' ^^^ honey ' O/^e- haf der oxbenence— he haf de money. Vas marriage a failure ? EfiT dot vas der case Vo vas to pecome off der whole human race P Vot you duik dot der oldt " Pilgrim faders''vnnM Dot came in der Su^^on.. to old PlZmh bav ''^' virJ^'t''^ '^""^^^y ^''^ people haf got ^' Und dhen hear dhem ask soocli conond'hrums as dot ? Vas marriage a failure ? Shust go, ere you tell Wnk n/v""'." """^ Hillument,%here Cen fell • Dmkoff Vashmgton, Franklin, und "Honest OIH Ah." Dhey vas all been aroundt since dot fiml Wm^ iT I vas only a Deutscher, budt I teUs ;«' voM '* I pehef, every dime in sooch " failures " as dot. Vas marriage a failure ? I ask mine Katrine Und she look off me so dot I feels pooty me^n Dhen she say : " MepstPr Qf-o,. J^""-"/ mcdn. you blease." ' '^"'^ ^^'"^ here eef Und she take me vhere Yawcob und leedle Loweeze By dheir shnug trundle-bed vas shust saying dherpraver Und she say, mt a smil^ ■ *'Vo^ /'"K ""eir prayer, dhere?" '^''"' ^"'^ failures m % i no Royal Templar Platform. MY OWN CANADIAN HOME. BY MOBLEY M'LAUGHLIN. Though other skies n-ay be as bright And other lands as fair ; ' Though charms of other climes invite My wandering footsteps there, Yet there is one, the peer of all, Beneath bright heaven's dome ; Of thee I sing, O Happy land. My own Canadian home. Thy lakes and rivers, as " the voice Of many waters," raise To Him who planned their vast extent A symphony of praise. Thy mountain peaks o'erlook the clouds— They pierce the azure skies ; They bid thy sons be strong and true- To great achievements rise. A noble heritage 'is thine, So grand and fair and free ; A fertile land, where he who toils Shall well rewarded be ; And he who j )ys in nature's charms, Exulting, here may view — Scenes of enchantment— strangely fair Sublime in form and hue. ' ' Shall rot the race that tread thy plains Spurn all that would enslave ? Or they who battle with thy tides- Shall not that race be brave } Shall not Niagara's mighty voice Inspire to actions high } 'Twere easy such a land to love, Or for her glory die. Royal Templar Platform. And doubt not, should a foeman's hand Be armed to strike at thee, 1 hy trumpet call throughout the land Need scarce repeated he ! As bravely as on Queenston's Heights Or as in Lundy's Lane, ' Thy sons will battle for thy rights And freedom's cause maintain. Did kindly heaven afford to me The choice where I would dwell, i'air Canada that rhoice should be The land I love oo well. ' I love thy hills and valleys wide, Thy water's flash and foam ; May God in love oer thee preside My own Canadian home ! Ill GRANDMOTHER'S REVERIE. SIDNEY C. KENDALL. . Suggested by seeing an elderly lady sitting under an apple tree watching the sunset. ^ 'The sun is low on the western hill The lake is bright with a golden gleam 1 he shadows are falling on mount and rill, The landscape fades with the fading beam Grandmother sits in the rustic seat The last ray lights up her soft gray' hair, 1 he blossoms around, shed their fragrance sweet And deck with their beauty the sceni so fai^ ' She sees not, she hears not, her spirit is roaming, With long lost friends through a far off gloaming! There's a holy calm on her aged face And a far away look in her dim blue eyes • She sees not the glory the sunbeams trace, Nor the wondrous light of the glowing skies, MS II 112 Royal Templar Platform. She has no thought of the fading bloom Or the peaceful close of the dying day, She heeds not the lowering veil of gloom • Grandmother's spirit is far away ' Step softly, speak gently, Grandmother's dreaming Call not her soul from the blissful seeming. ^' She thinks ot an evening long, long ago, V. hen over the green hills far awav^ She saw the red sun with his radiant glow Smk down at the closp of a summer's day • Wh ^f ^ Old Land, by her early home, Where the happy days of her childhood sped She wanders again in the evening gloam Communmg once more with the loved a^d dead, And she murmurs softly the evening hymn Ihat she sang long ago as the day grew dim. No^r i^hf' T ^ht^h'P-Poor-will's plaintive cry, Nor the rush of the cataract through the glen But the Enghsh lark from an evening sky^ ' Is thnllmg her heart with his strains again She sees them all through the startinglear's The friends she loved in the days of yore And many a dear voice hushed for years ' Falls gently upon her soul once more. ' Iread softly and whisper, 'tis holy ground. It may be their spirits are hovering 'round. The friends of her youth have passed away 1 hey have gone on before to the land of light They will call her soon at the close of day ' And her soul will respond with a glad delight And the far away look in her fading eyes, w^WK ^^^^ '^^ ^^' ^«""d a r<^sting place With the friends she loved in the glowing skies When passes her soul t'will be no^. :e ?o weep We will sigh our last farewell and leave her asleep Royal Templar Platform. GINGER-BEER. 113 FBOM "fun." Since men who mus v,ork, and men who must think, Will always be wantmg a something to drink, Why the best of all liquor their spirits to cheer is a three-penny bottle of ginger-beer ! Sing ginger-beer, You need never fear A headache per gallon from ginger-beer ! Sing ginger-beer. Foaming and clear, It s capital tipple, is ginger-beer ! With my favorite liquor some critics find fault. Preferring the essence of hops and of malt • But when morning arrives, and the head f^els queer rhey wish they had stuck to my ginger-beer ! Sing popular pop ! Come to the shop ! Of ginger, this year, there's a capital crop ' Sing popular pop ! Taste but a drop. And you'll scarcely be able to tell when to stop ! When, fizzing and foaming, the drink comes out, ixr P''^^*'^'* ^^^ than your creamy stout • With a delicate flavor for delicate tongues And warranted not to affect the lungs ! ' Sing ginger-beer ! It", appropriate sphere Is the hut of the peasant, the hall of the peer ! Sing ginger-beer! I greatly revere The gifted inventor of ginger-beer ! The Isle of Jamaica is dear to some For the sake of its filthy, fiery rum • But the Isle of Jamaica is dearer' to me As the favorite home of the ginger tree fl "4 Royal Templar Platform. Sing popular pop ! Tea's but a slop ! Worthy, at best, of a Dame Mal-a-prop ! Sing popular pop ! ^ Come to my shop ! Its a drink for a king— or a British bish-op! BEAUTIFUL SNOW. In the early part of the American civil war one dark Saturday morning in the^dead of winter, rhe;e S^ed J^ the Commercial Hospital. Cincinnati, a voung woman P Ld"'°Hi.'hTv'ed°"'^. r r' ^^^"^y suZe^ h d .hf n H'ghly educated and accomplished in manners he m.ght have shone in the best of society, buThavlng spent a young life in disgrace and shame the nnn? "outra:t''A ^'^ r'^"'^^^^^ ^^^vxiz neartea outcast. Among her personal effects was fnimH m manuscript, the following affecting lines Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow i-illmg the earth and sky below, Over the housetops, over the street, Over the heads of the p-'^ople you meet. Dancing, Flirting, Skimming along ! Beautiful snow ! it can do no wrong • Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek, ' Clinging to lips in frolicsome freak, Beautiful snow from heaven above' Pure as an angel, gentle as love ! Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow How the flakes gather and laugh as they go, Whirling about in maddening fun, Chasing, Laughing, Hurrying by. ( 1 Royal Templar Platfonn. "5 It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye ! And the dogs, with a bark and a bound, Snap at the crystals as they eddy around ; The town is alive, and its heart in a glow, To welcome the coming of beautiful snow ! How wild the crowd goes swaying along, Hailing each other with humour and song ! How the gay sleighs, like meteors, flash by. Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye ; Ringing, Skimming. Dashing they go, Over the crust of the beautiful snow ; Snow s© pure when it falls from the sky To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet, Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street. Once I was pure as the snow — but I fell. Fell like the snow flakes from heaven to hell. Fell to be trampled as filth on the street. Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat ; Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die, Selling my soul to whoever would buy. Dealing in shame tor a morsel of bread ; Hating the living and fearing the dead. Merciful God ! have I fallen so low? And yet I was once like the beautiful snow ; Once I was as fair as the beautiful snow. With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow ; Once I was loved for my innocent grace — Flattered and sought for the charms of my face ! Father, Mother, Sisters all, God and myself, I have lost by my fall ; The veriest wr.*tch that "ces shiverine b'-' m ii6 Royal Templar Platjorm. . FnrTl '' ""'"^^ '^^^P '^^^ I zander too ni«h ■ For all that's on or above me I know, ^ ' J here is nothing as pure as the beautiful snow ?h?if/n^' " '^°"'^ ^^ ^hat this beauti uisnow Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go ' How strange it should be, when the night comes again If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brafn' Fainting, Freezing, ^, . , laying alone, lo be heard m the streets of the crazy town Oone mad m the joy of the snow conLg down W .K ^ui^"" ^'^ ^" '"y terrible woe, ^ ' Helpless and foul as the trampled snow Sinner, despair not ! Christ stoopeth low To rescue the soul that is lost in sin And raise it to life and enjoyment again, Groaning, Bleeding, . Dying for thee, 1 he Crucified hung on the cursed tree ' His accents of njercy hung soft on thine ear, O rnH J"^ ""^u""^ ^^^ "'^ • ^^'" h^ heed my weak prayer?" O God ! m the stream that for sinners did flow ^ Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow ' "JUST CONTINNER." We'd an organized temperance meeting But our numbers were seeming to wane And here I must humbly acknowledge ' The thought of it brought to us pain ; And one evening, with house almost empty 1 he president sat in his chair, And looked just as though he was nearing 1 he lowermost verge of despair • Pe He Wh n. le. ir?" Royal Templar Platform. When behold ! from a far-distant corner Quickly echoed a piping so shrill, 1 he few of us there were so startled We could only stare and be still And imagine, of all living objects, ' What this singular mortal could say • l^or we now saw that he was a peddler,' Quite weary from tramping all day. And I'll tell you his words that surprised us He remarked : " You do look rather thin." am in a good cause you are workin', A-tryin' to put down a great sin • And so often I've seen in my wand'erin' It one truly means to be winner, That he'd have to persist in his labor, So continner, my friends, just continner." Well "continner" we did, and we prospered. The watchword he left us we cherish, Kemembering steadfast endurance Will nevermore vanish or perish ; And we'd bid one and all now discouraged A samt, yes, or even a sinner. If he means to accomplish an object. To persevere still, and " continner " 117 YE BAGGAGE SMASHER. CANTO PRIMUS Pete was a Tip Up baggage-man, he ran on Number 4, Where the tears and groans of traveling folks un- flinchingly he bore. ^ 1^^ un "^ '^and'^tor^J ^°'' '^^ ''°'''^" ""^P"' °' '''°"^ "^^" ""^^^^ While he mutilated sample cases, desolated Saratogas, annihilated ordinary luggage, immolated carpet- bags exterminated band-boxes, and extinguished travelers' outfits by the score, ii '-1: I: -*-'*1««ff«SSSS ii8 Royal Templar Platform, This fine old railway baggage-man, one of the modern time. CANTO SECUNDUS. But Thursday afternoon there came a modest traveline man, ^ Who smiled and watched how ruthlessly the baggage Pete did slam ; -^ 66 s Then, as he pointed out his trunk for him to smash and jam. He said, " Dear friend, my worldly possessicns are few and humble ; silver jand gold have I none, but such as I have are in that trunk. Handle it tenderly for It is frail and I am poor; and if there's a man traveling who watches and weeps and prays over his baggage, then that's the kind of a man I am » Vou re a fine old railway baggage-man, one of the modern time. CANTO TERTIUS, But Peter seized his shabby trunk with snorts ot wrath and scorn. And in two seconds both the handles from the ends had torn, And heedless of the pleadings of the passenger forlorn He banged the trunk down on the platform, and then threw it over the top of the car and let an om- nibus run over it, and then whacked it over a bumper and threw it off the end of the bridge and shot into it with his revolver, and finally hugged it m his arms, took a flying leap into the baggage-car with It, and lit on it in a corner with his heels, head and stomach, and mashed it into pieces, and the next second that baggage-car was just alive with one in- terested baggage-man and more crawling, squirming wriggling, rattling, coiling rattlesnakes than yoiJ would believe had ever been born. What a fine old railway baggage-man, one of the modern time. Royal Templar Platform. CAN'IO (JUARTUS, 119 In vain jhe muse esssys to tell how Pete, the smasher. And yelled and shrieked and howled and roared md raved upon the floor, ^° '^"^ And scratched and slashed and sweat and struck and i^crambled for the door, ° And turned blue as indigo, and swelled up to nine times he s.^e of a double-decker ^aratogo Trunk, and dTed n two mmutes after he got out of the car, while milTd I'div^'^^" 'T!r^ '^" exaggerated remains! smiled sadly, and said, " He never knew a baggage- man so fond of snakes before " ■^-'bB^t^e t^me.''''^ '■^'•^■^y baggage-man, one of the modern JOSH BILLINGS ON LAGER BEER. I HAV finally cum tew the conclushun that lager beer a Cermr^V T '"^.°.'';^^^'"g- I hav bin told so by fust tew t'th.'' ' '"^ ^'' ^'^ ^'-^"^ ■' ^'^ "■'- ^-^l just tew try the experiment, and was obliged tu go home entirely sober m the morning. I hav seen this snme man drmk sixteen glasses, and if he was drunk he was drunk m German, and nobody could understand t It .s proper enuff to state that this man kep iTat :bei^ Sly tht;^"^' '^^ "° °'^^^^ '" statini^lha^'^as'n:; I believed him tu the full extent of my ability I never drunk but three glasses ov.laeer in mi 1 fand that made my head untwist as tho it was hung on the end ov a strmg, but I was told that it was onfn to mi never b,ir' "' ^'^'V ^"^ ^ «"^^^ ^' ^^^ ««, or nite Mi wi^J^hoTT *^'" ' '^' "'^^^ ' ^'' »^"- that fhl/i cK d .^^?^ ^T^5 go'"S to die, and I was afraid that I shouldn't, for ,t did seem as tho everything I had I *l 129 Royal Templ.ir Plat/t ornt. M ,^1 ? ;"' ''^^^^'^ ""'""""^ ^^^ »he surface ; and |u •'>ybd.evethat,f miw.k hadn't pulled off mi bute. ju. I as she did, they wud hav cum thundering up tas?e it' noV'''r ^ ""'' ' u^\ ^"^ ' ' ^^^^^ ^8°' «"d ^ ^»" hnrVir .r"^''^'' ^'"^ '" "^"^h experience in so hort a tmie. If enny man should tell me that lager- beer was not intoxicating. I shud believe him ; but if he shud tell me that I wusn't drunk that nite, but tla m! summ.ckwuz out ov order, I should ask him to state over m a few words jest how a man felt and acted when he wuz well set up. If I' wusn't drunk that nite, I had rndi:; lobeT" """^' ^""'^"-^-^ ^'^^ ^ -- -- ^-^ HnlrJl^K ^,"^ P'f "" '^ ""^^ ^'^^"^ ^° ""o^s from where I drunk the lager-beer to mi house, and I was then over two hours on the road, and had a hole busted thru each one of my pantalunz netz, and didn't hav enny hat, and tried to open the door bi the bell-pull, and hickupped awfully, and saw everything in the room trying to get cW T^HH^'.^'"'' f'^" ^^^"^^ ' ^"^ •" fitting down in a -hair, I didn t wait long enuff for it to get exactly under me, when u wuz going round, and I set down a little tu soon and missed the chair about 12 inches, and rudn't get up soon enough tew take the next wun that' cum along ; and that aint awl, mi wife sed I wuz as drunk az a beest, and az I sed before, I began tu spin up things If lager-beer iz not intoxicating, it uzed me mitey mean, that I know. Still I hardly think lager-beer il intoxicating, for I hav bin told so; and I am probably the only man hvmg who ever drunk enny when his liver was not plumb, I don't want tew say ennything agin a harmless teniperance beverige, but if ever I drink Snny more .'. w:U be with mi hands tied behind me and mi mouth 1. .d open. I don't think lager-beer is intoxicat- ing, bu^ u ^- ..'>mbe- rite. I think it tastes like a glass of soap^uf;'; i -n ^ nude had been put to soak in Royai Templar Platform, A MULE STORY. 121 HERE are but two ways of learning either good or ev.1. One is, to learn by our own Experience The other ,s, to uorn from the experience of others. I need not «ay that the first method is very expensive and ':T::;r^''^''T''f:^ ^^- '^e leTon'eirn^d .> an ev 1 one. The drunkard, of all men knows the cost and pain of personal experience. Last First of July a certain farming lad gained some very m.press.ve personal experience which he will Te member all his life The nig'ht before the F^st he s Jid rH^K .^"^A^^'^'-'^^ "Father, the boys are going to cdebrate Dommion Day to-morrow in the villfge.\nd Hnrnhl ^^'"^ 'Z ^' ' procession of the 'Antiques and s"e the !un ;i/'^^J»°''"'"8-"ayn't I go over iarly and see the fun ? "Yes, Sammy," answered the old man. you go/' " "'"'' ^"^ '^^ ™''^'"S and the chores befoJ^ Next morning the lad was up before daylight and Trk t h '?;Pf ' ^'T'"'^ '' '^' ^^^"- It beig quife dark he had to feel h.s way. but unfortunately got into thejrong pen-he got into the pen where the mul^ I am not much of a mulist. I don't know the domes- tic habits of the mule, but I have an idea that the average mule .s not much of a milker. I do not remember eve' seemg mule milk or mule butter advertised for sale, nor have I ever read of a mule that took a prize at a citS^ show for bemg a superior dairy animal. Josh Billmgs, in his great work on natural history says that a mule has four legs-two to travel with and two to kick w.rh. It was the last-mentioned that the boy fx ilwlh'^^.r- J he introduction was-so suiden and exciting that the boy didn't have time to fill his pail because that disappeared through the skylight while he went through the barn-door and landed i/the mlsMub He reviewed the " Antiques and Horribles " in bed tha day, and for several days thereafter. 122 Royal Templar Platform. In a couple weeks the young mule-milker managed to crawl down stairs, and went straight to the looking glass. His head was bandaged in a towel, and his fac6 covered wuh strips of sticking plaster. His features seemed to be shghtly mixed up. his nose slanting one way, his chin canting another way, while his eyebrows looked as though they were trymg to crawl over the top of his head. As he gazed at hisawtul reflection in the glass, he turned to his honored parent and said: " Father, do you think I shall ever be as good looking as I used to be?" Well, no," answered the old man, «« I don't think you will but Sammy, yo^/ll know a good deal more " 1 he old man was right. Sammy has learned by sad persona experience that it don't pay to milk a mule— especially m the dark. And the man who undertakes to milk a rum-shop will make as big a mistake as Sammy did. And when he has spoiled his good looks, lost his friends squandered his money, he will know by experi- ence that hquor shops do not give the kind of milk that men should dnnk. SETH AND HIS POUND OF BUTTER. One winter's evening a country storekeeper in the Green Mountain State was about closing up for the night and while standing in the snow outside putting up the window shutters, saw through the glass a lounging, worthless fellow withm, grab a pound of fresh butter from the shelf and conceal it in his hat. The act was no sooner detected than the revenge was hit upon. -I say, Seth," said the storekeeper, coming m, and closing the door after him, slapping his hands over his shoulders and stamping the snow off his feet. Seth had his hand on the door, anxious to make his exit as soon as possible. ''I say, Seth, sit down ; I reckon, now, on such a cold feUow'^' ^ something warm would not hurt a Seth felt very uncertain : he had the butter, and was Royal Templar Platform. 123 V^^lf^^'^'^y ^''''^^^\^^o he o^ ■ but the temptation of something warm sadly interfered with his resolution to go. 1 he hesitation, however, was soon settled by the right owner of the butter taking Seth by the shoulders and planting him in a seat close to the stove, where he was in such a manner cornered in by the bo^es and noTn' -Kt; "';•' ^'^ ^'°^^^ ^^°«^ b^^°^ him there was no possibility of getting out, and right in this very place the grocer sat down. ' ^ Crlf^^Ku^'^ !'''' " ""^ ^'" have a little warm Santa Cruz; without it you would freeze going home such a night as this." At the same time he%pfned the stove door and shoved in as many sticks as he could get in. Seth already felt the butter settling down closer to his hair, and he jumped up, declaring he must go. Not till you have something warm, Seth : come I have a story to tell you." And Seth was again Tshed mto his seat by his cunning tormentor. ^ " But I have the cow to feed and the wood to split and I must be going," said Seth. ^ ' V.1?'* '*°'''u' '^^ ,^he cows take care of themselves, and keep yourself cool. You appear to be a little fidgety," said the roguish grocer, with a wicked leer. The hot drink was no sooner swallowed than thincs go worse with poor Seth. Streak alter streak of the vl^X.^r^ P,""'!,"^ ^'T ""^^'" his hat, and his hand- kerchief was already soaked with the greasy overflow. Jalking away as if nothing was the matter, the fun- loving grocer kept poking up the fire in the stove. "Cold night this," said he- " Why, Seth, you seem to perspi e as If you were warm. Why don't you takeoff your hat. Here, let me put your hat away." " No," exclaimed poor Seth at last. " No, I must go- Utmeout. I ain't well ; let me go " "' ^ "'"sc go, A greasy cataract was pouring down his face and neck, and soaking into his clothes, and trickling down his body into his boots. "Well, good night, Seth, if you will go," and as he darted out of the door, he added, " I sav s^th t -1!!! 124 Royal Templar Platform. the fun I have had out of you is worth ninepence, so I Shan t charge you for that pound of butter in your hat." THE TEMPLAR SEARCH LIGHT. ADAPTED FROM PUNCH. Into the Liquor Trade dismal swamp, The Templar sends its ray ; What is that hideous, sozy tramp ? What creatures crawling mid jungle damp, Scuttle from light away. Revealing radiance, ^hine, Oh ! shine, Through black bayou and brake, Where knotted parasites 'entwine, And through the tangle of poisonous vine Glideth the spotted snake. ' Where hardly a human foot would pass, Or an honest heart would dare. The quaking mud or the foul morass. With rank weed choked and with clotted grass Fit for a reptile's lair. ' They dread the light do those dismal things, It's gleam they dare not face ; Their snaky writhings, their bat like wings. Their quaking menace of fangs and stings, Make horror of the place. All things should be so bright and fair. In a land so glad and free, But the Templar layeth dark secrets bare. And shows how loathsomeness builds a lair, In a land of liberty. Push on brave bearer of piercing light, Through pestilential gloom. Where crawls the spawn of corruptions might, Deal out stout Templar to left and right, The cleansing strokes of doom. K] M: Th Nc 'Ti Bu ] Pic r Ye so I hat." Royal Templar Platform. 125 That fair, tall form in a fleet strong bark, Is a vengeful nemesis, Before whose menace 'tis good to mark, The reptile dwellers in dens so dark, Are driven with growl and hiss. The Saurida huge, the lizard slow, Foul shapes of ruthless greed. And the steathy snake of the sudden blow, All owl-like shrink from the Templar's glow. Or fly with felon speed. The Trade and it's spawn must be chased and slain, Scourged from the wholesome earth, It clingeth else like the curse of Cain ; Smite, smite, like the flail upon garnished grain These things of bestial birth. A FINANCIAL STATEMENT. A COLLECTION SPEECH. EDWARD CARSWELL. Kind ladies and gentlemen, I've been selected To make the last speech of the night ; My words may be pointed, and subject disjointed, Yet I think the committee did right. They appointed me^ not for my beauty or talent, Or the eloquent words I could speak, Not at all for my learning or power of discerning, But simply because of my " cheek." 'Tis pleasant to serve you with wit or with " taffy," And have you respond with a cheer. But not pleasant or funny to ask you for money, But a duty, and that's why I'm here. Please do not get angry, or think me officious. Till I whisper a secret to you. Yes. to you I'll entrust it ; our treasury's "busted," And what are we going to do ? 126 Royal Templar Platform, We have^workers who give both their time and their Rn^"f '^\''^"f ^° "^^ S°°^ ^nd to please, To DuM^'f " ^'^'•'"^' ""^ you have'sufficient ;|.o put US at once at our ease. I think a collection would make us all happy I know It will us, if not you ; ^^^' A *. "^ ^ ^'" ^^'^ '^' and send round the basket And see what you are willing to do ' Put in silver, if only a dime or a quarter. They re so pretty and easy to count : Oon t drop m a penny, it takes, oh, so many 1 o make up a decent am.ount. SONG OF THE MOUNTAIN RILL BOSS JOHNSTON. Come dri^nk, come drink at my flowing brink Come kiss me fondly now • & '«■' I'ni the Mountain's child, my' gambols wild i^nliven his gloomy brow • For he loves the play of my sparkling spray Flying free on the ambient air . ^ ^ ^ W.fh h-'"' '\^'T ^^'^y P"^^*^ «^eet face. With his own bright image there. Come drink, come drink at my bubbling brink. Come quaff the beverage bright • For pure as snow are the streams that flow l