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Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la mithode. 1 2 3 32X 1 2 3 4 5 6 wTWm JD # ri mimmm ':,'■'>'; i^Ar'ti. ft. *^^i « tj;rrv, ,1.. ; ,^..^:!,s a!|: ■.nlJ.Ss, ^.-m^'' .'^?' «t« rt 1 ,,4 ""^^m^f^^^^^m^^, A/ - 9" "- /v '=^8^*=55^<:^:^<^.'::2J^='=^*fl^ REVISED EDITION % BY- iSt a iMiil Sfh I LLI^, ^ \ o'c- ' >,: 5^ ^fflS^ W -^»lgS^»^ MOTHER. AMONG earth's fondly cherished words Can there be any other, With golden memories more suffused, Than the name of Mother ? The riper fruits of life's career Develop from the seed, Sown by her kindly, gentle hand, In early years of need. Around her circles moulding youth — "The father of the man." Fond recollections ever cling, Since memory's trace began. Ten thousand miles can ne'er dissolve The early tender ties, Which seem to strengthen as we dwell Beneath the soutbern skies. G El'stic Ehymes. LAMENTATION. ALAS ! for life's uncertain joys, That touch alike both girls and boys, We hear around in every breath The sure, umvelcome tread of death. Ah ! why should loved ones bear defeat, While nature teems our wants to meet ? Why no escape from deepest gloom — No ending but the silent tomb ? 'i V' No miles or years can ever curb The elastic power of thought ; Or mixing of life's struggles cloud The precepts that she taught. Oft in Australian beds I dream Of places far away, Then in the f];um tree's shade I think I'd like to homeward stray. But shades come o'er the fondest wish To clasp long-parted hands, For change's pencil tells its tale On life's remaining sands. Near fragrant wattles, ever green, Close by Pacific waves. The final marbled touch I see Above some peaceful graves. Ah ! through the cycling sweep of years, What more can mar our joy Than vanished days will ne'er recur Again, as when a boy. f EusTifl Bhymes. BELFAST IN AUSTRALIA. FORMEELY CALLED ToYlT FaIRY. TO the town of Belfast I've rambled at last, Like an Arab I'm seldom at rest ; But I'll wait a few days to gather relays, And put up at the ''Star of the West." I prefer the hotel which aims to excel, For the pleasures of home I have none ; Far better your lot though you dwell in a cot, ban the life of a poor rolling stone. bur sources of wealth are conducive to health, he position is right by the sea ; frosty winds blow o'er white shrouds of snow, here all nature exults to be free. . Your gardens are nice I've been over them twice, ^ Once alone by the light of the moon ; (The beautiful flowers, mid grand shady bowers, [Are as gushing as lovers who spoon. few before six o'clock I'll just do the block, ind take stock of the sights to be seen ; )he best of them all are on bank and church wall- ahs rich ivy incasements of green. No sacred steeple and very few people. No gorgeous blustering array ; But the click of the cart goes right to the heart, For what e'er the cart carries holds sway. The produce of toil from the richest of soil, On the wharves of Port Fairy may be ; Port Faii'y unique ! round the world you may seek, For a port more secure from the sea. RusTifl Rhymes. , TO A LADY. At Maple Grove, Canada. , ALL lovely and fair, with whom to compare, Is the queen of the maple trc^a ; Whose life in the glade of the leafy shade Is as quiet as the gentle breeze. One beautiful fall, when I chanced to call, You met me, as charming and gay As flowers whose bloom gives early perfume To the glorious month of May. Your eyes, darkly bright, are full of delight, Expressing whole volumes of fun ; While your graceful ways well merit some praise From acquaintances every one. With ringlets so fine that seem to entwine Your head like a garland of flowers, You move in your sphere without a compeer, To brighten the darkest of hours. You're always so kind, so pure and refined, That many will flock to your side ; Yet some who are near may doubtfully fear To ask if you'll e'er bb i-heir bride. ■iM. -f^ <r\rs C*N'' BusTio Ilr:YME». FOE A LADY'S ALBUM. a ipare, le WHERE ? gentle echo, answer where ? Beneath what sunny skies, Can there be aught to move us more Than woman's sparkling eyes ? 11, I me Glances from thy radiant orbs Aye fill me with delight ; Like softest beams from morning sun, That chase „way the night. le praise The choicest flowers of woodland With you can ill compare. Whose winning face is almost • reatbed By wavy golden hair. IG peer, But I may drop my pencil, for The pen has ne'er been seen, That can portray the loveliness Of our Australian queen. Bd, jar 10 KusTio Rhymes. ADRIFT IN THE STREETS. AC"*?;y arab, half naked and starved, Coiled up on the Adelaide flags ; For a pillow the end of a doorstep — Poor shivering bundle of rags. Theatre goers were hurrying home, The streets were becoming less gay ; Occasional glances only were cast Where that scrap of mortality lay. But an outcast woman, plying for hire Mid haunts where the dissolute roam. Lifted this waif from his cold, stony bed, With pity and carried him home. Like a wilted flower whose bloom is shed, Her nature society may crush ; But just by her kindness measure yourselves. Then hang down your faces and blush, For high sounding name or social degree, Can never such action surmount ; No selfish achievement of rich or poor At the last great judgment shall count. But when past the milestones of time she flies, And knocks at the beautiful gate. With her arms around this innocent child. Will the angels ask her to wait ? '. Rustic Ehymes. HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL. 11 The ill-fated Poet of N.S.W. AMONG all those of jingling rhyme, To which we raise the cup, The name of Kendall surely calls Australian fullness up.J e m, bed, ihed, For where beneath the Southern Cross, In songs that have been sung, Have truer keynotes sounded forth Than those which he has rung ? Thinkjof the tiny infant twin, By Ulladullah's beach, Then of the halos of the man, Around the world that reach. Who could imagine yon slab hut, With life so full of care, Sheltered the richest seedling gem His native land could bear. Or who, in watching boyhood years, With poverty beset. Could guess the shaping of that mind, Diffusing sweetness yet. For visions of his pen loom up In bush of dusky green. Or float on blneish purple haze The mountain crags betweeu. mmmmmmmm 12 Rustic Ehymes. We hear his voice in foamy waves, Or in the rippling brook ; And See his footprints by the moss That grows in sheltered nook. He speaks from sombre solitudes, In words so sweetly clear, That all may see, whate'er his faults, His heart was most sincere. 13ut, ah ! his strangely restless braio. Too often did rebound, To plunge itself in Bacchus' streams, Where manhood's hopes were drowned. And so the song he might have sung. To **woodland music set. As beautiful as afternoon. Remains unwritten yet." Near Coofce Bay he quietly sleeps, Throuj-U sunshine, storm, or rain. While surging billows sing for him Some wierdly grand refrain. ,4.;ri(9e, «^.«^V'?'^^i^rf)V !'-■ EusTic Rhymes. 13 |V'<;- ed. '%<, THE WATTLE TREE IN BLOOM. BLOOMING wattle, freely swaying, Flossy branches hanging low, In the silver moonlight waving, While September breezes blow. . Fairy-like and all fantastic, Dancing to a measure gay Wafted from the hillside yonder, Where the happy lovers stray. Graceful almost as the willows, That o'er brook ov tombstone w^eep ; But the laughter loving wattle Cares not sombre watch to keep. In the sunlight brightly yellow. By the moonlight softly bright, Treasure of the poet's fancy. Dressed in beauty day and night. Permeating breath of spring time, With thy fragrance pure and sweet ; Busy bees around thee humming. When the day is at its heat. Where in numbers many gathered Over hillside, vale or plain. Like a saffron sea unsettled, Undulating as the main. Flower and shrub and vine about thee, Bloom in season fair to see, But, Australians ever proudly Point us to the wattle tree. -..^W^^HHiiiiiBB 14 KusTic Rhymes. I i IMPROMPTU LINES To A Victorian Postmistress. WHEN through the office pigeon hole I saw your face divine, A twinge of sorrow quickly wrung This lonely heart of mine. .^ I cared not for the slight mistake That did my steps retard, As I got out a silver coin To buy just one post card. For memory quickly shadowed forth A girl who looked like you ; "Whose parting words beyond the sea Were, ''Dearest, I'll be true." But like illusions of the plain, Oi mists in morning air. Her spirit'fled from earth away Far up the golden stair. # .>«<»^^i:^»<< A REVERIE. AS we rub up our minds on the fast-fleeting past, To the far away north a look homeward we cast; And we see o'er the billows yon distant grey shore, "With outlines of faces we may never see more. For the issues of life are encircled in gloom, Or unwound like a thread as we pass to the tomb ; And the curtain of time is so quickly unfurled, Many changes must come e'er we get round the world la EusTic Rhymes. 15 hole th 3ea itinpj past, ard we cast ; ;rey shore, more. )m, the tomb ; 'urled, nd the world ^e remember the parting — that clasping of hands, ihile we canter along on the bright golden sands; len we dream of yon eyes that so fondly met ours, As we rest in the shade of Australian bowers. Oh sweet dreams so ecstatic ! bright pictures you send 01 days that are gone transient visions you lend. Btit the morning dispels the re-unions so sweet, A.Ed the phantom lies broken like glass at our feet. Yes, the visions of night must give place to the day, Like the mist o'er the hills that is rolling away 0*er draperies of ivy and creepers so fine, That encircle tali trees and their branches entwine. Here the lovely wild tulip is found in the shade Of the fine scented wattle that blooms in the glade ; Where the wallabv starts at the sound of our feet, In his very odd manner to make a retreat. See the graceful black swan by the river's green brink, Where the wild kangaroo passes down for a drink ; And the beautiful tree-ferns beyond in the glen, Where the sun never reaches before nine or ten. l{||rk the home of the squatter — his thousands of sheep, Are in number like shells by the wash of the deep ; See the falls o'er the rocks — the Alps mountains that rise, Like rough columns of granite built up to the skies. S^e the city of Melbourne before you go forth, ^l^d take in its compeer further up to the north ; streets, gardens, "The Cup," and its mansions of stone, |/i the history of cities st:ind forward alone. mm 16 EusTic Rhymes. But of all the confusions, just try to get through, The gnarled city of hills beyond Wooloomooloo ; We are lost and bewildered, yes, Sala was right, It is best shadowed forth "in a dream" of the night. AVhat a ramified harbour ! That arm of the sea. Jutting in from the Heads like the branch of a tree: What wonderful coves in every direction ! Affording all vessels such stately protection. Here the flags of all rations float out on the breezi Fxultant of victory o'er rough swelling seas ; And the dusky green hills rolling up Irom the bead I am sure that no finer the rambler can reach. ft So friends we left farewell o'er that rough blue abysii, While we seek golden wreaths from such a land a> this ; Still while we ramble ou, fond memory wanders back To conjure up the scenes across life's beaten track. LOVE. ! i IN nature's wide and vast domain, Enthroned in heaven above, And borne on angel's downy wings, Is the golden thread of love. It comes from that eternal source, Remote from human eye, To radiate this vale of tears Where all are doomed to die. 'Twas love that moved the Son of God To leave tlie Elysian spheres ; 'Tis love returned that tester's faith, In the joys of future years. f i Rustic Rhymes. 17 h rough, looloo ; s right, )f the night, ;he sea, h of a tree ; J on. the breezt eas ; n the bead reach. 1 bkie abyg^ eh a hind a; Its sunshine gladdens all we see, And cheers life's weary hours, And on the brow of beauty's bloom It plants its choicest flowers. 'Tis it that first unfolds the charms, Wnich we in others find ; The pame that smoothly chisels out And elevates the mind. It shines in characters of gold Around the hero's grave, "And stereotypes in memory's hall The actions of the brave." It prompts us on to generous acts, And leads us to exclaim, "Begone the time when love shall kneel To rovaltv, wealth or fame !" For naught can wake its sweetest lays, But Beauty's graceful charms ; Fit company they, methinks to sleep Clasped in each others' arms. Then let us all united be ' With all our love unfurled. To help to wind the silken chain Of friendship round the world. And scorned be he, within whose breast No kind accord is found ; Who finds no pleasure mid the scenes And glorie.. that abound. For beauty has a charm for all, A charm that wins the heart, And love's best aim has ever been To find a counterpart. 18 BusTic Rhymes. TO AN IDEAL. WHILE yet unseen I think you queen Of all the lovely forms, Which art and nature persevere, In fancy's hall to make appear- A gjuardian angel very dear, Amid life's gathering storms. Oh ! For more light or clearer sight On those magnetic powers, Whose fairy shadows when they glance, Througii fancy shades of some romance, Waft inspirations which entrance, Through many happy hours. What mystic art steals o'er the heart Like hreathings from above ? Awaking that "bonanza" — hope. Arresting on each downward slope. And armouring with foes to cope, — Can it be aught but love ? Transcendent light breaks o'er the night, Of life's dark misty way, By some seraphic Cupid borne, To homes where inmates quietly mourn, Or lands where freedom's cause is torn And tottering with decay. In this new land, supremely grand — Where freedom's cause is wise ; No galling sores of former years. Or aching heart that calls for tears, Should be where sadness disappears, Before the joys that rise. Rustic Rhymes. 19 w. en 'Mong flowery bloom we may assume, No lonliness should be— For nature breaks its icy chains, Where such supernal summer reigns, And every rivulet remains. As liquid as the sea. ice, ice, Then, why should we so often be Tied down to old world rule ? Imagination's wings are wide, And like a gentle dove may glide. To where ideals for e'er abide, Beyond the olden school. It may be well to sometimes dwell, With ideals pure and high. Approaching in some manner sweet, The robed in white we hope to meet, In ivory paved or jasper street. When travelling by -and -bye. night. urn, ►rn So grandly true IT cling to you, In every thought and prayer, Assured by graces so divine. That every touch will more refine. And help me upward like the vine, Through fragile waves of air. For you're the queen o'er all I've seen, Effulgent young and gay. With wavy hair of nut-brown hue. And lambent eyes of liquid blue, — Fair index ot a soul as true. As crystal light of day. IMtl 20 Rustic Rhymes. ' i;; Who dares to think life's strongest link Has e'er with time grown cold ? That current of electric thought, With such a priceless treasure fraug ht, As millionaire has never bought, With all his wealth of gold. Then fairy dear with no compeer, , When wandering fancies meet, Life's crimson rivers justly try To win what rubies cannot buv, And make each with the other vie, The victory to complete. -M"H> A FADED FLOWER. NO red rose or yellow rose, Or pinky rose or white, Yet sweet as anj^ flower that grows, And once as fragrant, I suppose — This withered flower to-night. None purer or more tender. Or fitted more to wear. Than was this from vine so slendor Interlaced in fronded splendor, By spray of maiden-hair. No blue flower or violet flower. Or other flower than white, Could serve the purpose of the hour. So well as thip from woodbine bower, A month ago to-night. ■■■C!*». KusTic Rhymes. Naught so fragile now or frail, Or surer to decay, Yet still a memory you regale, And but for that youM wholly fail. To please another day. ADIEU TO 1890. A GAIN a year has taken flight il And gone beyond recall — As many watch-tower vigil kept, Or careless natures quietly slept, Another joyous season swept, Across the festive hall. The Austral sky is clear and bright, Australian woods are green ; The many colored flowers are out. And laughing pic-nic parties shout. Where balmy zephyrs blow about Each fair or dusky queen. How strange the contrast with the land, Where boys and girls we played ; O'er snowy mantle, cold and white, 'Mid pendant icicles so briejht. Or round the lire on wintry night, E'er to the south we strayed. [ Here much in nature seems reversed, With seasons upside down ; A Christmas time with summer days, I Puts on the whole a ditierent phase, And we can little feeling raise Or recollections drown. 22 Rustic Ehymes. But while our feelings homeward run, We bow with easy grace, To genial clime of sunny land, Wherein there is so much that's grand, Although tradition's hoary hand, Few moss clad relies trace. So.on feastings and reunions o'er. With holidays that fly ; How fast recurring seasons run, W'hile on the brink of ninety-one, We face new work that must be done, So vanished year good-bye. PARTING LINES. Suggested by the remark of a lady wliile looking at the picture, "Love and Death" in the Melbourne Art Gallery. HOW fast the happy hours go by, While hearts beat side by side ; How pleasant life would always be, With those we ever wi'^li to see, And in whose care we feel quite free From all the world aside ? Ir^r ' l:,' But ah ! The fates have so decreed. That bliss must end in pain — The blushes that suffuse the cheek, Are gone e'er we have time to speak, Like water down a rippling creek, To ne'er return again. Rustic Pihymes. 23 Then of the trials that wring us most, Around, within, above ; Of every pn,ng we are aware, Of all the wrenchings that can tear ; Can there be aught more hard to bear Than leaving those we love ? The painter's pictu^-e fades away, **So too our love must die ;" But more than yet we think or feel, Around the parting hour shall steal, And after years may fail to heal The wounds of one good-bye. PT^ESENTATIGN LINES. Written for Miss Clare, manageress of the Federal Palace Hotel, Melbourne, on a copy of Ken- dall's Poems, which she was send- ing to a gentleman friend. This little book I choose for you. And send it now with care. In hopes that you'll within it find, • Some word or sentence to remind You of a friend you left behind. Who still remains Miss Clare. THE ALBION HOTEL, Victoria, Australia. ONCE spirits that congenial run, Were met in this hotel. Where old or young may have begun Their downward tramp to hell. Still social custom prompted one To ring the parlor bell. 24 BusTic Bhymes. Miss Lindemann so sweet and fair, On whom we love to look, Besponding came with frizzled hair And face like picture book, Then briefly left us to prepare Tlie whiskey hot we took. ^\ hat like a maid or sparkling wine, Can drive dull care awav ? The trouble is to draw the line And temperate laws obey, Fof oft indulgence must incline To whirlpools of dismay. Soon kindled friendphip was aflame, And time flew quickly by ; Ail asked in turn the drinks to name, Each comrade made reply ; Till lo ; we heard the dainty dame And felt her presence nigh. But the closing hour comes steady, Unlike her pattering tread ; For the scrimpy dame is heady. And hovy' oftcxi she has said, •'Now gentlemen v, hen you're ready," Like kids be ofi' to bed. TO AN ACTEESS. ALAS ! Again a magic queen Has vanished from our track — Like meteor flash across the sky, She raised our expectations high. To further fall and wilt and die, Still memory calls her back. ■>?^'- Rustic Rhymes. 25 She sings and plays with matchless grace, And fills as well her part, With manner calno as glassy seas, In every move attuned to please — With conscious power she acts vvitb ease And ne'er forgets 'her art. With cultured grace she soon commands Each fatal artful charm, For ever in each passing hour She'll far o'er artless girlhood tower, And with more majesty of power, All weaker ones disarm. e, But, ah ! like lily soft and white, Too easily stained and spoiled ; Her classic face and golden hair, In witching ways desi«i;ne(l with cure, Have heen her doom and led her where Her charms to-day are soiled. LAUGHTER. At the reqncBt of "Ray," a literary lady the author had not met. HE-he-he, All hail ye joyful strain, Of symphonies in dwelling — Symptoms of mirth excelling — Electrically telling— The dusty past compelling, To vanish an,d keep its pain. 26 Rustic Rhymes. W Ho-ho-ho, What faces some can draw ! When jolly, droll and shaking, Convulsing and awaking — Fibrous muscles aching — ^ Contortions ever breaking O'er a face I never saw. Ha-ha-ha, Aye hold the spirit nigh, ■ While faces are confessing, Conditions need no guessing — No condimental dressing, For features want no pressing When you 'wink the other eye.' Tra-la-la, Ye laughing few so gay, Like ceaseless wave of ocean. For ever in emotion, A.nd dashing o'er devotion. Or sentimental notion, With jovial sunlight ''Ray." TO "HONOR." A Lady 23, who advertised for a liusbaud over 40. I wonder are you dark or fair, With wavy, straight or curly hair, And is your disposition kind With face and figure well defined ; With manner calm and temper mild, With vice a stranger undeiiled. Rustic Rhymes. 27 •aw ! laking, g— ng ng, ssing — g» ressing er eye.' ocean, ;ion, ay." or 40. 11', 1, I wonder if I'll be surprised At reasons why you advertised, And for a "hubby" growing old, With habits set to former in^uld. And youthful charms like fading flower. Bereft of all tbeir grace and power ? I wonder if vou understand Union of heart as well as hand, Or blcndings of magnetic dream^?. That two should meet like parted streams, And so commingle as they run, That down the future both are one ? I wonder if vou're Euf^lish born. Or if engagement rings you've worzi ; Or if you now are quite sincere, And aiming always to revere. In choosing such a nom-de-plume, The implied goilness you assume ? I wonder if you are sedate. Or would be lively as a mate, Or if to church you often go, Like man}^ more to see the show ; Or if you are more good and wise, With pleasing look and sparkling eyes ? I wonder, too, if we shall meet, In garden, park or on the street ; And if I'll know you to be she, Who sent a little note to me, Or if the future shall reveal The fancied picture I would steal. 28 EusTic Rhymes. m THE ALTEBNATIVE. I was either to visit "Doone" on a certain evening, or write some verses. Mrs. Jenkins was the hostess and Miss Willett a teacher boarding there. HHREAT Scott" and high Jenks, u 'Tis hard to decide The hest thing to do, With no one to guide. "Willing" and "fortunes," And "whist" on the brain, Distract or confuse While memories remain. Ah ! **will it" continue, Or die away soon , This charm of romance Now centered at "Doone ? Come fill up my cup And give me some wine, For I must cheer up And never repine. While lily white hand Of musical touch. Gracefully gentle, Can move me so much. Were I less bashful, And more seen aright, I'd never think twice, But come out to-night. I EusTic Rhymes. 29 DAWNING '93. On a New Year's Card. MAY your new year be bright and clear, As on its brink we stand ; May ninety-three for you and me , All cherished hopes expand. AN ITALIAN FLOWER GIRL. HERE'S to one as full of fun, As fairy girl can be ; Whose hazel eyes I caa't disguise, I'll often wish to see. TO MR. BEAVER, 169 Victoria St., Sydney, Aust. WHEN far away from this gi-een land, Across the great blue sea. You'll have this tracing of my hand. And kindest thoughts from me. W i ''*' ^m '^ :> EusTic Rhymes. TO A GOVERNESS. NO stately belle or tall belle, Or belle with golden hair, Yet her gentle ways excsl More than pen of mine can tell, Or spoken words declare. No blueish eye or gray eye, Or lashes drooping down ; Yet in sparkling glances lie, That for which some men would die- Love's tale in hazel brown. No gaudy swell or vain swell. Or beauty half asleep ; Yet in her attractions dwell. Holding with magnetic spell, The love she fain would keep. No other ring but gold ring. And brooch and bangle rare ; Yet o'er these her love can bring Sweetness lil'e the breath of Spring, Through Sydney's evening air. No present time or past time. Or time that is no more ; Yet a future more sublime, Waits for her in far off clime. Upon that distant shore. KusTic Rhymes. 31 %txmi\t$. -W"H— die — TO ^NNIE. A — s link by link is broken, N — ever to weld again, N — ew cares shall ave betoken, I — n hosts of ways ne'er spoken, E — mbers of lingering pain. TO ALICE. 11 peachy, pearly, beautiful, ike blossoms passing by ; nstilling what I can't explain — -an language reach the quick refrain, -xpressed in clear blue eye ? TO BERTIE. B — ertie, devotion and love, E — ver I'll try to revere ; R — emain ye romances that charm, T— o take away mystified fear, 1 — n confidence where is the harm E— njoying the best that is here ? -1v 32 Rustic Rhymes. TO CISSIE. ■.■,■';■■..'■■■« ■'■■■'■ C — are has touched that handsome face, I— uviting wrinkles there — S — nmmfr suns are casting now, S — iient shades across vour brow ; I — nch by inch you'll have to bow, E — nslaved beyond repair. TO ETHEL. E— ver in the years to come, T — his name shall vet recall, H — ours of pleasure or of.pain- E — venings coming not again- L — ost, save in memory's hall. TO EVA. E — ver so lively and merry and gay, V— ivifying angel too far away, A — float in a boat on Toronto bay. 1 i? TO EMILY. E — ver so loving your love 1 return, M — adonna the queen of my heart ; I — n quiet sheltered lane come meet me again, L — ast flame of delight, sweet vision of night, Y — our rhapsodies there to impart. Rustic Rhymes. 38 TO LILA. le face, L — ila, dear Lila, so bright and so true, I— n your life I'll hide all my fears ; t — ife shall gain something reflected from you, A — 11 down the swift current of vears. TO MAUD. . — any a girl like sweetest rose, 4 — lone may bloom and die, tJ — ncared for as time quickly goes, J) — rying life's channels dry. TO MAGGIE. ly, M — ay that magnetic face of yours, A — 11 bygone looks repeat, G — lowing without a thought of harm-*- G — enerous thoughts from heart so warm, I — mbued with woman's noblest charm, E — ffulgent Marguerite. TO MONA. me agam, in of night, M — ona is serenely gay, — h ! such a lovely style, N — opening buds of June or May A — re sweeter than her smile. 84 Rustic Bhymes. TO NAOMI. N — ightingale or Skylark, A — nd birds of every hue ; — range groves and flowery park, M — isty seem as after dark, I — n halos shed by you. TO NELLIE. N — o\v that Hfe's crimson tide is high, E — 'er iiearts become more slow, L — et golden moments as-they fly, L — ike swiftest birds across the sky, I — n spire you ever on to try, E — xcelsior to go. « ' TO NICHOLAS. An elderly gentleman, knovvn as "l!Iick," who had a weak- ness for kissing girls, "just in a fatherly way." ,-.i •■ liii N — icknames may tease, while pet ones, I — ntended but for chums, C — an wield a power and fetch us, H — ow nice when "darling" comes, — 'er ruby lips yet sweeter — L — ipa sweet to meet to kiss — A — las ! that pouting loveliness, S — hould ever bar us this. Rustic Rhymes. 35 TO RUBY. R — ed as a ruby, white as a pearl, II — niform lines and dimples of cheek B — eautiful blendings sought in a girl, Y — et over all are eyes that can speak. m TO VIOLET. V — iolets purple, white and blue, 1 — n wreathe their central figure you, — nlv white can svmbolize, L — ove's modest charm that never dies. E — ver faithful blue have chimed, T — o thoughts of you the purple climbed. TO k WIDOW. ad a weak- W — here's love's solace but for hope, I — n your most lonely sphere ? D — on't you think the broken link, — utwora, lost or backward tossed, W — here fancies new appear. np 36 Rustic Rhymes. '7 ■■; III THE SYDNEY UNEMPLOYED, During the Crisis of 1893. AH ! words expressive mark them well, No matter rich or poor, Sad human wrecks each day are seen In streets or lanes or parks of green, And yet how many intervene Their rescue to secure ? Some remnant drifts of other lands, Far from their native shore. Here drifting come or drifting go, Each face with an expressive woe, \Vhich none but those who feel can know. And they ne'er felt before. Such are the objects of despair. Disconsolate and worn. So far below high water mark, Each fails to steer his little bark Away from that abyss of daik. To v»hich so quickly borne. Here pen and pencil too are weak, And English tongue must fail. The baffled, shattered, wretched man, With listless eye and cheek so wan. Yet ever willing if lie can, Alone can tell I'l e tale. Oh ! why such anxious, careworn looks, . In lands so fair to see ? Full many a broken family tie. Shall yet proclaim more loudly, why, Beueuth a brigiii Ausiraiian aky, Such things should ever be. Rustic Rhymes. ni D, TO THE MEMORY OF DR. BOULTER, well, One of Stirling's Pioneer Pillars. en een, "Frieiul after friend departs ; Who hath no: lost a fi-iend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end." — MoNTGOMEnT. 5, 1 know, B1|II0LD ill the ffloom of <lestruction aiul doom, "Even nations have dwindled away ; And the fairest tlowir of the maple tree ho war, Must unsparingly meet with decay. Thus links are undone and this wreath is for one, — ,A neighbor most honest and true, Removed from this chme through the portals, of time, To the grandest eternal review. n, )oks, I'y. Too tender and pare he coald hardly endure, Life's battles and burdens and tears. Bo like millions more he has gone on before. To tranecendently beautiful spheres. New light lit his eye as he bade us good-bye, ||*er life's feeble pulsations were o'er ; In pie morning grey then he wandered away 5p that fragrant Elysian shore. Wfom death's sombre seal there's no court of appeal- No retracing the old beaten track ; The works of his hand will be seen in the land, But when'er shall the wanderer come back ? 88 Rustic Bhymes. Full many a spring to the meaclows will bring Scented blossomp to perfume the breeze, And fine shades of green will returning be seen , Breaking forth o'er the tops of the trees. And then every fall to the forest will call Finest tinges of yellow and brown ; Yonder sun will rise encircling the skies, And as often resplendent go down. But, alas ! that voice no more bids us rejoice, — Very silent its cadences now ; And no rolling years can awake any fears, . O'er the tomb ol that mouldering brow. For his sun has set and his fate we regret, While each sad bereft relative mourns ; His warfare is o'er, he has gone to that shore, 'From whose bourn no traveller returns." ((' Ah ! many may mourn when a war ship is torn, On the reefs of the raging billow ; Yet some eyes vviil weep o'er the ashes that sleep, In the shade of the weeping willow. i Rustic Rhymes. A MEMORY. 39 'iniS but an angel whisper 1 Of out -worn past delight, For ever falling over us As quiet as shades of night. *Tis but a spirit shadow Across the dial of life, — Across the lingering traces, Of joy or pain or strife. 'Tis but a treasured picture In recollection's hall, — A miniature expanding, Wherf^'er the light may iall. 'Tis hut the soul communing With visions of the past, — T'le cherished touch we used to feel, On earth too good to last. 'Tis but another phantom, As fragile as a breath, The fragrance of a broken charm, More hard t^ heat than death. 'Tis saddest when reminding Of by-gono better things. For '*a sorrow's crown of sorrow" Then broods on memory's wings. ■ ^mmmmm 40 Rustic Rhymes. LOVE. Reconstructed. WHAT is love that all the world Thinks so much about it ? What is love that you or I Ne'er can do without it ? What is love that angel forms Use their charms to catch it ? Wliat is love that riper years Still incline to watch it ? What is love that it can be Changeful as the weather ? Is it joy or is it pain ? — Maybe both together. *F^ N i Is it sentiment or song, Or closer magic spell ? For two souls, ecstatic bliss, Or for one, a Hell ? Love's a tyrant and a slave — Affection's flowery treasure ; Having it we know no peace, Wanting it no pleasure. Would we shun it if we could ? Well ! I rather doubt it ; Jove ! I'd sooner bear its pain Than I'd live without it. Rustic Rhymes, 41 TO A LADY Who when driving one evening, on a road after- wards often travelled, called a black pig which followed the buggy. A — rose bud, a black pig, N — ow what comes or goes, N — ever may my eyes grow dim I — nterchauging looks with him, E — 'er I see the rose. ¥^1 TO "THE ROSE." ALL beautiful this western star, A court whose forui would grace ; Awaking fiames and fancies new, Awaking feelings soft and true. Awaking with those eyes of blue, And that expressive face. Lw V^.' Now listen to my song again, Nor think it insincere ; New is the stand 1 fain would take, New as the morning light can break, No fancied actor half awake, Now dreamy dreams are clear. No mystic picture now is seen, No lengthy rhyme to tire, No seltish motive can I feel, Nor feelings better to conseal, Noi aught I h(ire may not reveal, No look but to admire. T ^smmmmnm^^fimmmmmm'^ 42 Rustic Rhymes. I I In rainbow tinted uniform, Immortal spark of air, — In inttrcbanp;ing glances seen, In blushing shades of red between, In ruby lips the tempting queen, Inwreathed beyond compare. Each rose's fragrance fades away, Each spangled butterfly, Each humming bird may come and go, Each summer chase away the snow, Each rosy cheek shall paler grow, E'er charms like vours sball die. FACES WE MEET. SOME are like a picture book, ' 8omc deeper splendor show, i^ome are sour in every look And colder than the snow. Some look but like the devil, And hardened lines are seen, Some faces are not civil And more like grass are green. Some conceit alone can show, Vain weakness marks their look, They haven't seen what others know From nature's open book. Some are blithe and always gay. Cheering with their laughter. Yet their brightness fades away, Leaving nothing after. .,i,. Rustic Rhymes. til Liid go, ow, (lie. Some are heavy worn with care, And like the yellow leaf, Passing shadows of despair, Whose happy days were brief. So the faces come and go Along life's busy street, Some indifference only show Among the hosts we meet. Yet behind the flashing glance, Felt divinely beaming, Some with sunlit eyes that dance. Leave us lost in dreaming. And a face we think about, One face above them all, — The face we cannot live without. The one we most recall. LOOKING BACK. k. low WHEN looking back from unborn years All gilt with hopes sublime ; These verses may suffice to show How little now we seem to know, Of much commingled joy and woe. Across the wastes of time. If from the darkening shades of doubt. New light shall make us free, Th' n sorrow's waves may all be lost, Behind the vast amount it cost. To steer the skiff on which wo crossed O'er life's white crested sea. .^tS» Imi Bi i 1 .^ tn' €ontmtB. '^ HON Bli^B IN AUST. Y it's Album stN THE Streets NDALIi . . TTLE Tree in Bloom u Lines . . rie • ■ • • Ideal Flower 1890 . . Lines CATION Lines jBioN Hotel Actress . . BR JNATIVE '93 IN Flower Girl Beaver . . ^VERNESS .. SY Unemployed [emory of Dr. Boulter )n8tructed llB Meet . . Iack PAGE 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 13 14 14 18 18 20 21 22 23 23 24 25 26 28 29 29 29 30 31-35 36 37 39 40 41 42 48 Introbuftorg. ♦H-M— THESE short poems have been written dur ing the intervals of a rambling and bust life among many faces and places of two bemi spheres, and are thus re-arra/iged, while attend ing to other duties, without sufficient time foi careful revision. Publishing them in view of such biph con ceptions as poetry being "the indirect expres sion of that which cannot be directly express ed," or inspired sunbeams from fancy's isles of light, or "There is a river in the range We love to think about, PerhuM the searching feet of change Have never found it out." The auther feels he manv have fallen en tirely ebort of any poetic touch, still in bis efforts, often affording a quietly pleasant pas time, he can console himself by claiming kiu to many who have also sought, with varying sue cess, the Utopian river of their dreams. Brussels, Auoust 2nd, 1894. BBUSSEL8 : FBIKTKD m *'tHS P0»t" PUBLIBHINO HOUBX TUBNBBBIIT BTB££T, 1894. I » iHiiMiiiMii mtten dur I and biisj f two bemi ^hile attend >nt time foi !h hip[h con •ect expres ;ly express mcy's isles fallen en till in his asant pas- sing kin to rying sue s. BBRT STREET,