MASK AND DOMINO BY DAVID L. PROUDFIT. PHILADELPHIA: PORTER & COATES. Copyright, 1888, by POSTER & CO4TES. TO MY THREE BOYS. M191886 JAM indebted to the Century Magazine for permission to reprint such of the following poems as were originally published in that magazine. The character sketches in the latter part of the volume first appeared in the New York Daily Graphic, in its early days, over the pen name of Peleg Arkwright, an awkward and unsuggestive pseudonym which I did not originate myself, and of which I was always heartily ashamed. THE AUTHOR. CONTENTS. PAGB. The Willis 7 At Odds with Life 9 A Brilliant 15 Ere Summer Pass Away 18 Reunion 19 Yval and the Queen 23 A Dream 26 Bismillah 28 In the Academy of Design 30 The Palmer 33 In the Confessional 37 Felis 39 Tatting 41 Veronica 43 A Romance of the Jerseys 46 Mask and Domino 5 2 Decoration Day 56 The Indicator 59 A Kiss 62 Portrait or Spectre 65 Reason and Faith 68 ( QNTENTS. PAGE. Love's World 71 Apotheosis 74 An Antient Legend 77 Cousin Hoy 83 Fiost Pictures 86 Prehistoric Smith 89 Pro and Con 92 Life and Character 93 I Want 96 Coasting 98 Tableaux 100 The Unattainable 103 Silver-Gloss and Tangle-Foot 105 A Catastrophe no Down the Switchback 112 METROPOLITAN CHARACTER SKETCHES IN VERSE. The Bartender's Story 117 The Old Fireman's Story 122 Daddy Flick's Spree 128 Poor Little Joe 134 Under a Canvas Sky . ; 138 Father John 144 Love in Oyster Bay 148 Warden Keep a Place for Me 151 THE WILLIS. THE WILLIS. '"THE Willis are out to-night, 1 In the ghostly pale moonlight, With robes and faces white. Swiftly they circle round, And make not any sound, Nor footprint on the ground. The forest is asleep; All things that fly or creep A death-like silence keep. A fear is over all; From spectral trees and tall The gathering night-dews fall. Moveless are leaf and limb, While through the forest dim Slow glides a figure slim. MASK AND DOMINO. A figure slim and fair, With loosened, streaming hair, Watching the Willis there! "These are the ghosts," she said, "Of hapless ones unwed, Who loved and now are dead." Her hair was drenched with dew; The moonlight shimmered through And showed its raven hue. "Each one of these," she cried, "Or ever she was a bride, For love's sake sinned and died." "I come," she said, "I too; Ye are by one too few," And joined the phantom crew. Swiftly they circled round, Nor was there any sound, Nor footprint on the ground. AT ODDS WITH LIFE. AT ODDS WITH LIFE 5T^ IS a toilsome path to climb, * But all climbing is sublime (If you think so). One flight more, Yonder is the studio door. Artists' eyries should be high, Don't you think so? Near the sky; Up above the small affairs Of our lower life of cares; Up, far up, in regions where Stars and comets float in air; In an atmosphere that brings Glimpses of unusual things Unto those who dare to soar To the shifting, changeful shore Of strange fancies, fair and far. Tired, Elsie? Here we are. No one here. Sit down, my dear. Rest a moment. It is clear He will soon return. You see? 9 MASK AND DOMINO. I'alette, brushes, carelessly Klun^ about in artist fashion. Ah, these men of fire and passion Love disorder, and it seems befit a man of dreams. Let me whisper something, dear; I've a fancy though I fear 'T is irreverent indeed That our average artists need Something more of that fine fire Which ethereal dreams inspire, To redeem them from the trace Of an easy common-place. This the merit of our friend: He begins where others end. With all their fidelity, Color, form, and harmony, He has something better worth; Something of a nobler birth, Born of earthquakes, lightnings, storms. He has friends in fairy forms, Such as throng the midnight hours, Play with meteoric showers, Ride auroras through the sky, Mount the crescent moon on high, Then go fishing down the night After stars of faded light; Familiar, he, of elf and gnome; AT ODDS WITH LIFE. All fantastic shapes that roam Sceptred, winged, a glorious band, Through the mystery-haunted land- Wondrous land of fire-fly gleams Seen of poets in their dreams. But the dreamers, men who see Shadowy forms of mystery In the earth and sea and sky; Men whose winged fancies fly To the uttermosc, remote Realms where shapes ethereal float; Men whose fine sense subtly hears Music from the distant spheres, Often miss their heritage In this heartless, hurrying age, Though, too late, their fame may be Handed to posterity. For they seem at odds with life, Armored feebly for its strife. And our friend, whose picture there Shadows forth such white despair, Hath his trials, I surmise; For, within his hungry eyes, When I saw him last, I read Something curious, vague and dread. Then I said that I would buy This Prometheus, and his eye Lit up strangely, with a fire MASK AND DOMINO. Born of some extreme desire. Think you famine's spector stood With him in his solitude? Had we sooner come, indeed, It perhaps had served his need. But you like it? Then to-day There shall be no more delay. See what vigor, grandeur, gloom; What an atmosphere of doom! What a hopeless, vast despair, In that figure lying there Chained with iron links and rods! Awful eyes, that judge the gods! Face of agony untold, Yet contemptuous, scornful, bold! Bare, cold rocks, uplifted high To a lowering, thunderous sky; And a sea in league with fate, Making all things desolate! Yes, with somber feeling tainted, But a picture grandly painted. Such a canvas lifts the soul Out of Habit's dull control, Plumes Imagination's wing, And crowns the artist like a king. What a strange collection here! Curious, is it not, my dear? AT ODDS WITH LIFE. Rubbish, some good folk would say, In their lofty, stupid way, Lacking insight. Who can tell What suggestions herein dwell? See this travesty in wood Of a human attitude; There a figure stu fifed with hair, Semblance of a lady fair; Bits of armor, china, lace, Plaster hands, a foot, a face, A sword, a Malay creese, a knife Fit to take a pirate's life; Gobelin tapestry, faded, rare, Screening in yon alcove there Such a dismal effigy Hanging from a beam. You see? Well, my gentleman is late. Elsie, since we still must wait, What thing better can I do Than to make love, sweet, to you? Nay, no prudery, my dear! What vague presence do you fear ! Rosy lips, one little kiss! Elsie, darling, what is this? Trembling, and your face is white! What has frozen you with fright? Tell me, precious! Speak to me! Do you dread yon effigy? MASK AND DOMINO. No, no, no, my sweet, 't is naught! V T is not living, as you thought! See, 't is nothing you should fear! It is horror! What is here? Come away! come! come! 't is true, This is not a place for you! A BRILLIANT, A BRILLIANT. IN fiery bowels of the earth Fierce flames were privy to its birth. Then for a thousand ages dark Was hid its fine, celestial spark Beneath a million tons of rock Piled on it by an earthquake's shock; Until a desperate, ruffian band Of grimy miners, knife in hand, Fought for the twinkling, star-like stone. The winner, going forth alone To taste the sweets of fortune fair, Was robbed and perished in despair. Then to a sallow, eastern king Was brought the scintillating thing. MASK AND DOMINO. And wars ensued, for kings were then Of passions like to common men, And each would have the marvellous gem For flashing of his diadem. It tossed on battle storms until, Its wayward destiny to fulfil, A god's adornment it became, Whose glory was his eye of flame. The god was tumbled from his throne, And then it graced a maiden's zone. And then 'twas lost. The maiden fair But that is neither here nor there. Another thousand years it lay Hid from the inferior light of day, Until, at sacking of a town, A soldier grim of no renown Found it, and sold it for a song. And so its history sped along. Through crimes of love and death it came, With mysteries in its heart of flame. 16 A BRILLIANT. Thou Queen of Dreams, I give to thee This dazzling Stone of Destiny. But ask not by what devious way It cometh to thy hand to-day. It hath been cousin to a crime Through every darkening age of time. Ask not too much, but calmly wear Its splendor in thy shining hair. A very star befitting seems Thy twilight beauty, Queen of Dreams. MASK AND DOMINO. ERE SUMMER PASS AWAY. OLOVE, dear love, the summer sun is shining, And life is beautiful with tint and tune; And all things rare and sweet, enwrapt, entwining, Lie dreaming in the murmurous air of June; Then love me, love, ere summer pass away, And dark and cold shall dawn a loveless day. O love, dear love, come nearer still and nearer, For youth and hope to-day go hand-in-hand; The air is softer and the sky is clearer For all the low words whispered through the land ; Then love me, love, ere all this pass away, And wintry winds bemoan a loveless day. O love, dear love, for joy of thy caresses, i all the love-light in thy lustrous eyes, For all the perfume of thy silken tresses, A soft enchantment on the fair world lies; Then love me, love, lest all should pass away, And death draw near upon a loveless day. 18 REUNION. REUNION. IT is twenty years, my comrades, twenty solid years to date, Since we were stripling captains, dapper youngsters slim and straight; And now in portly manhood, wise and serious, we are met, To gossip of the stirring times of sword and bayonet. Our portly manhood, as above, our silvered heads and all, May be respected, more or less, by circles large or small ; But, my comrades, all the honors of our civil walks and ways Seem but empty to the glory of the old, heroic days. Yet the martial pomp and grandeur, failing somehow to connect, Were not always clearly present at the time, I recollect. 19 MASK AND DOMINO. There were dusty, weary marches, not romantic in the lea More especially if rations chanced to fail for man or beast. There were times when human nature had to murmur just a bit; There were seasons of bad language, yes, the truth I must admit; There were bivouacs in the rain or snow, black darkness overhead, The sodden ground beneath us, with a fence-rail for a bed. But what appetites for lobscotise, and what dinners large and free, Supplemented by a canteen full of " Commissary B"; With the haughty Sothron's hoe-cake, and the colored aunty's pie, And a streamlet for a finger-bowl, if one meandered by. Do you remember, comrades, how we fought and over- came Those guerilla ducks and turkeys, war-like pigs and other game? And those savage rebel chickens, who would die but never yield, Whom we faced with deathless valor on so many a Southern field? REUNION. Though we murmured, though our language was at times a trifle queer, Though we had but little reverence even for a brigadier, Though we grumbled at the Government with almost every breath, Yet we faced the gray battalions, all undaunted, to the death. We fought them and we killed them, and they killed us in return; But we never thought to hate them, and we never cared to learn. We met them on the picket lines, with flags of truce between: They were "Johnnies," we were "Yanks," and better friends were never seen. What anomalies and contrasts! I recall a day in June, When the world was warm with summer, and the birds were all in tune; Peace and beauty all about us, death and danger just ahead, On our faces careless courage, in our hearts a somber dread. Then the skirmish line went forward, and the only sounds we heard Were the hum of droning insects and the carol of a bird; MASK AND DOMINO. Till, far off, a flash of fire, and a little cloud went by, Like an angel's mantle floating down from out an azure sky. Then a shell went screaming o'er us, and the air at once was rife With a million whispering hornets, swiftly searching for a life; And the birds and insects fled away before the "rebel yell," The thunder of the battle, and the furious flames of hell. Other memories come thronging. When our shoulder- straps were new We were nearly all the world, but now, alas, we are so few : Then we marched with ringing footsteps, looking gayly to the fore; Now with wistful, dreamy glances, we look back to days of yore. If the spirits of the dead revisit earth for weal or woe, We might fancy they would join us, those dear friends of long ago. Hush, who knows what ghostly comrades may have come with noiseless feet, In the old familiar friendliness, to make our band com- plete? YVAL AND THE QUEEN. YVAL AND THE QUEEN. WOUNG lord Yval to his comrades pledged the queen 1 with kindling eye; "She is matchless, radiant, glorious! queen by right of virtues high! For one kiss of her sweet lips I would be well content to die!" Cruel, crafty, bold and sudden was the temper of the king; Wearied, sated of his pleasures, gnawed his nails in listening ; With a bitter malice smiling at the strangeness of the thing. "Ho, my guards, arrest yon stripling! something may be learned from this; Haply values must be changing ; 'twill be something new I wis If this sorry merchant barter life for one unfruitful kiss." 23 MAS 1C AND DOMINO. On the morrow, purple ventured, sat the king and queen in state, While before the throne the people, cowed and tyrant- ridden, wait, Till, to serve the king's good pleasure, young Yval should meet his fate. He, the clear-eyed, stood there fearless; radiant mid the general gloom; Flushed, as though the gods had granted some long- prayed-for, splendid doom; Proud, as though triumphal arches spanned the gateway to the tomb. Close beside, a swarthy slave with naked arm and naked blade, Stood to give the stroke of fate unto the stripling, un- dismayed; While the brooding, dark-browed monarch still the bitter word delayed. But the queen! ah, who shall tell what thought within her bosom lay? For no sign she made, but sat there, mutely gazing far away, With her marvellous face outshining all the wealth of her array. YVAL AND THE QUEEN. Spake the king: "My lords, a riddle! What the value of a kiss? This presumptuous youth believeth that a life fair pay- ment is." Then he laughed. "My queen, what say you? Doth such trading seem amiss?" Loud he laughed. "And you, my lords? Still dumb? Ye all have doubts I see. Choose, then, fool, an' if thou wilt thou shalt have life and liberty." Yval answered not in words but at the queen looked pleadingly. Oh, the queen! Her eyes shone strangely. Down she stepped with regal grace; And a mournful, tender passion, swift and strong, lit up her face; And she kissed him, kiss for kiss, and death was naught for that embrace! Then forth stepped a mighty warrior, drew an arrow to its head: "She is ours, and no two men can kiss the queen and live," he said, Twanged the bow-string, hissed the arrow, and the tyrant king fell dead. 25 MASK AND DOMINO. A DREAM. "One spake, but I knew not the voice nor whence it came." \\ 7HAT heights are mine thou shalt not know, * ^ What dark abysses yawn below; Nor empty words like heaven and hell, Shall to thy senses dull and slow A meaning tell. Thou thinkest of a mountain's crest, Upreared upon the world's broad breast, As of a height that shall endure; To thee, yon star in splendor drest, Is fixed and sure. Long since I quenched its flaming light; Yet it shall shine in radiance bright, Or e'er its phantom disappears, (So far it lies in depths of night) A thousand years. 26 A DREAM. Poor fluttering soul! thy pinions play Upon the obvious verge of day, Inquiring of eternal things; One unexpected, casual ray, Would scorch thy wings. Thou soarest upward, thinking, sooth, To grasp immeasurable truth; To-morrow thou art bent and worn; Spaces and ages in their youth Laugh thee to scorn. Content thyself within thy place; Thy world for thee hath ample space; Do well therein nor look afar; One simple deed of kindly grace Outshines a star. MASK AND DOMINO. BISMILLAH. F^ORTH from his tent the patriarch Abraham stept, And lengthening shadows slowly past him crept. For many days he scarce had broke his fast, Lest some poor wanderer should come at last, And, scanty comfort finding, go his way, In doubt of God's grea mercy day by day. But deep contentment in his calm eyes shone When he beheld, afar, a pilgrim lone, Fare slowly toward him from the flaming west, With weary steps betokening need of rest. When that he came anear, straightway was seen An aged man of grave and reverend mien. "Guest of mine eyes, here let thy footsteps halt." The patriarch said, "and share my bread and salt." BISMILLAH. Then calling to his kinsfolk, soon the board Was laden richly with the patriarch's hoard. And when around the fair repast they drew, "Bismillah!" said they all with reverence due; Save only he for whom the feast was spread: He bowed him gravely, but no word he said. Then Abraham thus: "O guest, is it not meet To utter God's great name ere thou dost eat?" The pilgrim answered, courteous but calm, "Good friend, of those who worship fire I am." Then Abraham rose, his brow with anger bent, And drove the aged Gheber from his tent. That instant, swifter than a flashing sword, Appeared and spake an angel of the Lord. In shining splendor wrapt, the bright one said: "An hundred years upon this aged head God's mercy hath been lavished from on high, In life and sun and rain. Dost thou deny What God withholds not from the meanest clod?" The patriarch bowed in meekness. Great is God. MASK AND DOMINO. IN THE ACADEMY OF DESIGN. 1SAW her in the corridor, Her form was beauty's own; She tripped up lightly from the door, And stood, a splendid dream, before A portraiture by Stone. She looked around with tranquil air; A muff before her stood; He seemed, beside her beauty rare, A study (or a genre there, By Thomas W. Wood. She seemed to care for him no whic, As at her face he peered; No doubt she only thought him fit For application of the wit Of dear, facetious Beard. IN THE ACADEMY OF DESIGN. He matched so ill her grace divine, I wished he might be shot By one of those extremely fine And stately soldiers, the design Of Mr. Julian Scott. Her hair was auburn; fold on fold It fell in wavy flow; And as its glory downward rolled, It shone with shining gleams of gold, Like sunset by Gignoux. Her lissome grace you could perceive, For all her rich array; I'm sure she rivaled Powers' Eve, And was as sweet as Genevieve By Henry Peters Gray. But, oh, the splendor of her eyes! Deep as the deepest sea, As radiant as the stars that rise, As fathomless as summer skies By Jervis M'Entee! She shone the brightest jewel there, Among those gems of art; With manners gay and debonair, More brightly, softly, sweetly fair Than autumn scene by Hart. MASK AND DOMINO. Mcthinks upon that lily hand A ring I fain would fix ; With her before the altar stand. And hear, with joy, the accents bland Of Dr. Morgan Dix. THE PALMER. THE PALMER. A HOLY man returned from Palestine? ** Now let the castle gates be opened wide! In God's name bid him enter; food and wine Set forth, that so to him this even-tide May joyous be. Mayhap it chances so That he somewhat of our dear liege may know. God grant he may have tidings! Hither now He comes; worn, weary, bent and slow; A monkish cowl doth overhang his brow; They seat him at the board; he bends him low In prayerful wise; I cannot stay apart 1 1 must speak with him straight. Peace, throbbing heart! Thy blessing, father! Nay, but sit and eat. A cup of water? Sure thy vows must be Austere indeed, forbidding wine and meat On weary journeys. Prithee now to me Unfold if aught thou knowest of my lord, Who went to Paynim lands with his good sword. 33 MASK AND DOMINO. Thou saycst \\cll: he was the stateliest knight That e\er marched to those far-distant Chores. ()ot 1 >a\\ him couch his pennoned lance; In merry jonst his valiant right arm quelled The best and bravest of the knights of France; And when victorious in the gallant fray, He crowned me Queen of Beauty on that day. And when he brought me hither as his bride, And through these gates we entered hand^in hand, No queen was ever flushed with more of pride, No dame so happy was in all the land; And when he armed him for the holy war, (iod speed I gave him, though my heart was sore. Alas the day! My memory lingers yet Upon the scene of parting that befell; II stooped him, while his prancing steed did fret, To kiss the little child he loved so well; Then sternly rode he forth, my kingly one, And all his armor glistened in the sun. 34 THE PALMER. Come hither, Hubert! This the comely boy I held in arms the while he rode apace. My Hubert! Thou art still my only joy! See, doth he not reveal his knightly race? Will not my lord, when he doth come again, Rejoice to see his boy approved of men? Thou tremblest with fatigue, good Palmer; yet, Before thou goest to thy rest, I pray, Tell me but this: My noble spouse hath met With naught of ill, so far so far away? What sayest thou, dreadful monk, beneath thy cowl? Perdition seize thee for thy tidings foul! Return no more again to France and me? At hands of swarthy Paynim hosts he bled? His fallen, lifeless body thou didst see? Jesu have mercy! Dead! My lord is dead! Thou liest, monk! Ah, pardon! See, I kneel; My heart is breaking, and my brain doth reel! Bear with me, father! Nay, thou devilish one, Why carn'st thou here to strike me dead with woe ? Turn round thy face and see what thou hast done! Fling back that cowl! Thy fateful features show! Why hides t thou thy face ? Alas, I rave My peerless knight, my love, is in the grave! 35 MASK AND DOMINO. Mother diviiu', support me! () sweet Christ, to Thee A stricken, lonely woman here doth bow. Monk! Monk! What Hashing eyes are those I see? Stran-c stature ha>t thou gotten, even now! \\\a\ ! 1 Tear thee! What! in armor drest ? l)car lord, my husband, take me to thy breast! IN THE CONFESSIONAL. IN THE CONFESSIONAL TTAVE mercy on me, Lord! I heard a voice * * That searched my soul and badt my heart rejoice. And austere thoughts of holy, martyred men, And blessed saints, departed from me then. Sure, never voice so softly sweet was heard, So like the morning love-song of a bird. My life's young spring-time waked within my soul, While years of penance backward seemed to roll, And memory bloomed with blossoms of a day When love was mine and life was careless play, Such quality was in that bird-like tone To wake delicious dreams and fancies flown. The low confession fell upon mine ear, The while I mused and scarcely leaned to hear 37 MASK AND DOMINO. The venial sins of such a girlish heart, Till, at one word, I felt my pulses start. That word, abominable, dark as death, lake' sudden spectre froze my scanty breath. Then soft and low a withering story came, That seared my soul as with the touch of flame. She told, in music sweet as cadenced rhyme, An awful tale of perfidy and crime. I looked to see from whence such whispers fell, What writhing lips such ghastly tales could tell, And saw a face as morning fresh and fair, Framed in a nimbus soft of rippling hair. absolvo te. My heart grew sore With love and pity. Go, and sin no more. I watched her from the chancel trip away, And with her fled the beauty of the day. A cavalier, bold-eyed, stood there, and she Let slip a sidelong glance of coquetry. Retro Sathanas! Dark the shadows fall, Mother of God on thy sweet name I call. I love her, love her! Hark the tolling bell! Have mercy Jesu! Save rny soul from hell! 38 FEUS. FELIS. DUSS, curled on cushions, so demure and meek, * Content, luxurious, satisfied and sleek, Thou mindest me of one I fain would seek Thou art so placid in thy robe of fur, So sweet the music of thy gentle purr Dear puss, I fear thou dost resemble her. Such dreamy depths are in thy sleepy eyes, So like the wondrous calm of summer skies, They, too, remind me of the ones I prize. Thou art so perfect, supple, and so still, Lazily beautiful when thou hast thy will, Soft, smooth yea, sinister! and prone to kill. For thou hast gifts to make thy lovers quail; Powers to make a suitor's spirit fail; Latent capacities of tooth and nail. 39 MASK AND DOMINO. Like 1 her? I know not. Puss, resolve to me: What if a IIIOUM- enamored was of thee, And M)ii-lit to please thee, loving copiously? Thou wouldst respond, methinks thy purring saith. With low. sweet sounds of hot, bewildering breath, And, at the end a sharp and cruel death. I am no mouse, but just as helpless quite; Pauline, with eyes serene as stars at night, Doth fill my soul with fearful, strange delight. Such thrills roll off her wealth of auburn hair That one to touch its tangles should beware; But, O my soul! she is most marvelous fair. So great the mystery of her glorious eyes, Surh unguessed depth her beauty underlies, That yet I tremble, fearing some surprise. In manhood's strength I stand, yet shaken so With memories of Pauline, that 1 must know Unheard of bliss, or unimagined woe. And ran she love? Yea, more than demons hate! And will she love? Aye, rarely, soon or late! And me? I'll go and read that riddle straight. TATTING. TATTING. \1 7ITH figure demure, and downcast face. And a tranquil air of quiet grace, Her delicate fingers deftly wrought A pattern as fine as a fairy's thought, Tatting that day! O maiden fair, with the silken hair, And the shining eyes of a lustre rare, What abracadabra, mysterious spell Is thy flying shuttle weaving so well, Tatting to-day? Ah, sir, I work to have my way In the perfumed air of a gracious day; My nimble fingers are weaving a snare To entangle human hearts. Beware Of my tatting to-day! MASK AND DOMINO. So the lily fingers, entrancing, flew, And the lustrous eyes were heavenly blue; And the silken hair was shot with gold, And down in a golden glory rolled, Tatting that day. And she had her will on a gracious day, All clad in a cloud of white array; And I bless the day and the perfumed air That kissed her cheek as she wove her snare, Tatting that day. VERONICA. VERONICA. Veronica, Duchess of St. Giuliann, having cause for jealousy, sent her rival's head to her husband in a basket. Florentine History. s TAY, Ctirzio! Could'st thou find it in thy heart To win thy lady's favor by some deed Bold, dangerous and sudden; such a part As in the playing doth some courage need, And nerve, and glittering steel? My Curzio! Well I know thee, brave and leal! My lord the Duke of late hath careless grown; No matter it is naught. He hunts to-day. Time was ah, well! his pleasures are his own. He hath perhaps been somewhat more than gay- Gay, said I? By my soul I shall requite him with relentless dole! 43 MASfC AND DO Ml There is a woman, Curzio, thin and white, With i>oor, moon eyes the Duke doth deem divine; And hair all colorless as noonday light .... Ah, thou would'st better like such hair as mine! But yet he Iwdh her. By heavens! but the man doth greatly err! I care not any whit except for this: That so this woman trenches on my state. I have no (are for love's sake, certain 'tis I hate my spouse with lavish, wifely hate..,. Curzio, heed not these sighs, But thou art handsome with thy dangerous eyes, And nervous strength, and mouth set firm and square To do what deeds are urgent. Curzio, mine, Methinks thou art most comely. Now, beware, Lest high-born ladies' hearts respond to thine And peril comes thereby. Peril! to thee! what scorn is in thine eye! Dost truly like me, Curzio? Well perchance Hut yet I know not would'st thou serve- me well? Ah, now I see the lightning in thy glance! Thou would'st, for me. descend through gates of hell! Cur/io, 1 fain would know. Could any pallid woman stir thee so? 44 VERONICA. My eyes are not pale moons to weep withal! What seest thou in them, so, in still repose? Yea, mighty love for those my friends I call, And hatred, dark and deadly, for my foes! And listen hand on sword! Murder, my Curzio! Dost thou hear the word? That woman Kill her! Cut me off her head! Off with it straight and bring it here to me! Pale, ghastly, grinning, dripping, splashed with red, What, losel, tremblest thou? Nay, now I see Thou has the nerve to slay! The sooner shalt thou conquer love! away! 45 MASK AND DOMINO. A ROMANCE OF THE JERSEYS. \\7HEN Lord Cornwallis with his Hessians came, * * (Beer-loving warriors in coats of flame) To overrun, with savage war's turmoil, New Jersey's sacred, vermeil-tinted soil; The worthy Dutchmen (let us still be just, The Hessians only came because they must) Fought but half-hearted, lackirfg Rhenish cheer; Three thousand miles removed from lager bier; Athirst within a land where Ehret's name Was yet unknown to hops and malt and fame: And sought, with longings vast, a beverage Their drouthy Teuton cravings to assuage. They found one drink to rest their souls upon, Old-fashioned Jersey lightning apple-John. Much valor lieth in a glass or two Of that seductive tap of golden hue; Much stupor followeth if one, unaware, Ahsorbeth more than is a seemly share. Ye who have known its dear, delusive ways, Will bear me witness when I speak its praise. 46 A ROMANCE OF THE JERSEYS. A small detachment of Kniphausen's corps, With maiden swords as yet unsteeped in gore, Encamped at Bohnamtown one summer's day, Fatigued with marching on a dusty way. And after nightfall, two, whose throats were dry, Stole through the picket-guards their luck to try; And found, by dint of searching carefully, A puncheon of superior V. O. P.: With hearts made joyous by one sample sip, A long, preliminary, generous nip, They started campward, jovial, blithe and gay, The moon's pale splendor lighting up their way. While oft was heard a rippling soft and low, A gurgle, gurgle, like a streamlet's flow. Smooth was the liquor, velvety and old, Its fire unguessed, its potency untold. And still they drank until the moonlit trees Began to caper to the evening breeze; The virgin moon chasseed in wanton guise; And all the stars shook laughter from the skies; The road grew wavy, then uprose to meet The highest stepping of their foolish feet; And all creation left the beaten track, Responsive to the spells of apple-jack. At length a barn they spied, and through the door They stumbled in, and then they knew no more. The solemn Night her shadowy flag unfurled, And slumber fell upon the silent world. 47 MASK AND JHtMINO. The hours passed by, and Morning, bright and sweet, Came down the eastern hills with rosv feel, But still the Hessians in deep stupor lay, Nor knew what beauty garlanded the day; t'ntil, at length, a ringing voice was heard Within the open door, at which they stirred, And woke, with many a stretch and many a yawn, To find their muskets and their trappings gone. A beardless youth they saw before them stand, With mien determined and with gun in hand; A beardless youth with sunny face and fair, I Jut with a fearless eye and gallant air; One captured musket o'er his back was slung, While from his shoulder all their trappings hung. "Arise, base hirelings of a tyrant king!" "Eh? Nein! Ve shust stay here like aferyding." "Arise at once!" The tone was resolute "Oh, veil, dots all right oph you dond geshoot." "You are my prisoners!" Scarce the merry youth Could check his laughter at the scene uncouth; The easy-tempered Deutschers, half asleep, Their lazy panic and there deference deep "Your brizners, eh? Mein cracious! iss dot zo? Und vare you wants, mein lieber, dot ve go?" "Come forth at once!" "Oh, ya! ve come hereowet?" . come ' hereowet ' quickly ! Face about ! Now, forward march!" and off the prisoners went, While close behind, to hasten and torment, 48 A ROMANCE OF THE JERSEYS. The prodding bayonet in the captor's hand Brought quick assent to every sharp demand. The road was dusty and the journey long; The sun's bright, morning rays grew fierce and strong; And such strange, Hessian oaths were heard that day, That delicate wild-flowers growing by the way, And violets blue, that graced the green road-side, Hung their sweet heads in horror, drooped and died, Withered by words too awful for belief; I would repeat them but my page is brief. At noon that day young Captain Parker stood Within the grateful shadow of a wood, Surrounded by his patriot company, Standing at ease in groups of two and three; The while he questioned of the youth who brought The Hessian prisoners, how the men were caught. The simple story in few words was told; The speaker fearless, but not over bold; The color mantling on his smooth young face, His fine eyes sparkling with a lurking trace Of mirth he seemed unwilling to betray; And, at the end, he turned his face away; A little bashful as he met the gaze Of Parker's eye, and heard his words of praise. "You have done well!" the gallant Captain said. The youth made no reply but bowed his head. 49 MASK AND DOMINO. "And you shall be a soldier, sir, and face The.se hireling c-aitilTs of an alien race On fields of battle, 'mid the stirring strife That wakes heroic souls to glorious life! Our country, in her hour of peril, needs lirave hearts like yours to execute brave deeds. Promotion waits you in my company, What say you, sir, and will you serve with me?" The youth seemed puzzled. O'er his face a tide Of crimson rushed. "I cannot!" he replied. "You cannot?" On the Captain's face a frown Grew dark. The trembling youth looked down; Then turned distressed, as seeking other aid; Then flamed the fa'sehood forth: "I am afraid!" The Captain's bold, black eyes were full of scorn: Afraid! A word of utter baseness born! Then, sir, take off those brave accoutrements! Off with them straight! I will have no pretence, Nor see a soldier's trappings so disgraced, Upon the shoulders of a coward placed!" The youth recoiled as smitten with a blow, And from his handsome face the ruddy glow led to deathly pallor, and his eyes Filled with hot tears of anger and surprise. With hasty, trembling, unaccustomed hands, Hr tore away the hateful belts and bands; And panting with a passionate unrest. A ROMANCE OF THE JERSEYS. Faced round with flashing eyes and heaving breast. What shade has fallen on Captain Harry's face? 'Tis he that now seems stricken with disgrace. A moment's silence, while no sound was heard Save the soft twittering of a heedless bird; Then Captain Harry fell upon his knee, And dofFd his hat in all humility; And shamed through all his soul he could but say: "Your pardon, mistress, at your feet I lay The homage of a soldier, rude and blind, Who yet knows how to honor womankind." It matters not to tell what more was said: It is one hundred years since they were wed. MASK AND DOMINO. MASK AND DOMINO. IRENE DA VENTIM1GLIA AND THE DUCHESS MORELLA. M Y lady Irene thou art wan to-night, And yet, but now, beneath thy domino, Mcthought thine eyes were marvelously bright. 1 did not think to find thee trembling so; Come, come, take heart of grace What! Dreadest thou to see a woman's face? A man's would suit thee best! Well, I did think A little frolic would have plagued thee naught; I did not look to see thee wince and shrink At my unmasking. Tell me now thy thought: Doth not this page's u< Of blood-red crimson well become me, dear? 5* MASK AND DOMINO. Still pale and silent? What strange thing is this? These are my lord's apartments, and I think Somewhere there must be wine. Ah yes, here 't is. These tears of Christ will help thee. Sweetheart, drink! Let us be merry, dear, In Lachryma Christi drown each doubt and fear. How I did fool thee, child! Forgive my glee. I cannot choose but laugh .... 'T was writ this way: "Irene, my sweet, one waits who worships thee, And this the token: Love me, love, I pray!" Now was it not so writ? What chance did favor me in guessing it? O, thou coquette! Thou sly, demure coquette! Nay, sweet Marchesa, I condemn thee not. I am myself no prude, and yet and yet No sin is quite so sinful till found out. It is one thing to sin, It is another to be caught therein. Oh, I have noted how my lord of late Hath sued thy favor but I count it naught; 'Tis what we look for in the marriage state Is't not, Marchesa? Dost thou sorrow aught When thy good lord doth stray? Thou dost not fret, I warrant. Well-a-day! 53 MASK AND DOMINO. I do remember laughable it seems How once the Duke ha! ha! did swear to me That my blue eyes were brighter than bright dreams; But, faith, it was but lover's gallantry, For now he doth entreat Thy twilight hair and dusk eyes darkly sweet. Art ill, dear friend? Dost feel the need of air? I'll throw this casement open to the night. . . . 'Tis strange how men do value eyes and hair! So! Is not yon fair planet wondrous bright? What mournful sounds prevail! Is it the moonlight makes thee look so pale? How lovely is the moon's serene, sweet face! No woman hath such beauty, yet, alway, Men have no eyes for aught but woman's grace; Strange, is it not? And, stranger still, to-day The face they loveliest call, To-morrow hath no loveliness at all. What wretched creatures we that live to make The sport of men ; and each new lover seems Too fond and true a loving heart to break; Then comes the day that shatters all our dreams, And, at the bitter end, We learn to hate each lover and earh friend. 54 MASK AND DOMINO. Look out upon the hushed and breathless night. The tranquil stars alone are always true. What's this? A storm has quenched their steadfast light. That flash was fearful! See, the lights burn blue. 'Tis ominous, my dear, This sudden, dreadful storm hast thou no fear? Marchesa, dearest, surely thou art ill! That wine has hurt thee? Is it so? Alas! Fool! I did give it thee with right good will! With mine own hand I did prepare that glass! 'Twill do its work full well! 'Twill send thee straight to heaven, my dear or hell! Aha! My time has come! I am his wife! I am the woman that he swore to love! And, traitress, thou dost pay me with thy life For this intrigue! Yea, by the saints above, Thy life is small requite For all the hate I've smothered till this night! That letter 't was the Duke's! and this the place The treacherous schemer for a trysting gave! Yea, writhe and moan and hide thy livid face! And die, and rot in a dishonored grave! He'll find thee here anon A festering corpse, thou wanton ah! she's gone! 55 MASK AND DOMINO. DECORATION DAY. COMRADES, the time seems far away ^-* That saw us marshaled for the fray, And dim the memory of that day, Like an old story; For peace hath conflicts year by year, That waste the soul and scar and sear, And some of us are maimed, I fear, Yet miss the glory. And it is well, as swift years flee, To fan the flame of memory, And sometimes call to mind that we, Mid cannon's rattle, In those dark days of doubt and gloom, Defied the shadow of the tomb, Fronted the thunder and the doom, And marched to battle. 56 DECORA TION DA Y. Amid the cares that weigh us down, Let us, for once, put on the crown, And claim the glory and renown, And proudly claim it: Once we were heroes! Let us be Stronger to meet adversity, More faithful to that memory, Nor ever shame it. So shall the fortunate 1 ones who fell Be honored more and honored well, With whiter wreaths of immortelle, And worthier mourning. But yet we are not mourners nay, We strew their graves with flowers to-day, With brightest blossoms of the May, A brave adorning. No cypress leaves, no weeds of woe, No solemn funeral dirges slow, No anguished moaning, sad and low, No passionate weeping; But with glad hearts and hands we bring These splendors of the wakened spring, Their fame alone remembering, Their laurels keeping. 57 MASK AND DOMINO. Bring flowers, then, and every year Renew these memories strong and clear, And teach your children to revere The golden story; Nor let them ever turn away From graves of gallant boys in gray, Brave foes they were their tombs array With equal glory. THE INDICATOR. THE INDICATOR. A SONG, a psalm, an upward note, A rapid, joyous click! click! click! And click! click! click! As animated, full, and quick, As any trill from thrush's throat, And up the bubbles rise and float. What song is this the siren sings, That charms the fishes in the sea? That from the fragrant meadow brings The lambs that gambol friskily? A tuneless song, but oh, how strong To gather hearers short and long, And fill the sails of yonder boat, And make the bubbles rise and float! The tide is rising, get on board! The wind is blowing fair; 59 MASK AND DOMINO. The crew are all of one accord, To sail a glittering land toward. Come, faithful souls, and get on board! The dapper crew, so debonair, Are very sure, extremely sure, The pleasant weather will endure. Oh, what a ship! Her silken sails Are swept along by perfumed gales; Her merry crew, the long day through, Make much ado, and dance and sing; For on a little way before There lies a golden, glittering shore. Clap hands, and make the welkin ring, Ye* merry crew, carouse and sing! But saw ye not, oh blind, blind, blind, The wolfish faces left behind? ***** A change of tone! a click! click! click! Slow-dropping like a death-watch tick; A dismal, gloomy click! click! click! Whereat the radiant atmosphere Assumes a livid, sickly hue, And droops in ragged fringes blue; A tone that scares the lambs at play, And sends them scurrying far away To safety on the upland KM. And frights the fishes in the sea; Then sullen waves their fronts uprear, And bubbles break and disappear. THE INDICATOR. Ah, where the ship that sailed away For golden shores, with streamers gay, And merry crew who surely knew That summer skies were always blue? Ah, waves that roll, and winds that moan, And broken spars that creak and groan! And drowning men, on billows high, Who turn white faces to the sky! 61 AND I'UMINO. A KISS. A H, rosebud mouth, for kisses made, * And are you not the least afraid? And do you know, my little one, What mischief kisses sweet have done? O'er all the world and through all time, In every age and every clime, Men have kissed women's mouths, and still, Through every coming age they will, While rolls the world the ether through. What then? That should I not tell you. I love you, darling, but I know What way the summer zephyrs blow. And you love me, but in your heart Love sitteth, pensive and apart, Demure, serene, and lost in dreams Of all that is and all that seems, You know not even why it is That you are startled by a kiss. 62 A KISS. But I, a veteran, scarred and worn, On battle surges tossed and torn, And scorched by passion's fiery breath; I that have been play-mate with death, And mocked the heavy hand of fate, And plumbed the depths of love and hate; I know, my little, star-eyed miss, Why devils laugh when mortals kiss. Alas, and who shall count the cost Of human souls, for love's sake lost? For peasant's hut, and kingly crown, And rural dell, and stately town, And vineyards ripening in the sun, And kingdoms by the strong arm won, And armies marshalled for the fray, Have been o'erthrown and swept away, Betrayed and wrecked and lost for this The heedless harvest of a kiss. Nathless, but there is loss and gain ; And oft a kiss hath banished pain, And dowered the world with splendid light> And flushed the day with beauty bright, And bade the earth and sea and sky Take rapturous heed that heaven is nigh; And since the first, sad soul was lost, Not one has stopped to count the cost. 63 MASK AND DOMINO. What then? Why then I kiss you dear, And kiss away that trembling tear. What need for me to say, my sweet, What serpents sting unwary feet? If storms are gathering let them break; Yea, if the starry heavens quake, Ami suns are quenched, and if the world To crashing ruin should be hurled, On verge of vast eternity 1M kiss you, kiss you, what care we? PORTRAIT OR SPECTRE? PORTRAIT OR SPECTRE? NAY, why that look of cold distrust? I vow, One might believe that on my gloomy brow A threat hung scowling. Put away thy fear, For not a thought of mischief brings me here; And what thou seest is but Care's black mark Writ on my face by sorrows deep and dark. Is Joy thy playmate that thou canst not see Grief's pallor without shrinking timidly? Painter, I have great need to try thy skill. It may be that thou canst assuage my ill * By painting for me, with thy deftest touch, A woman's portrait. Certes, it is much! A woman, but her beauty so supreme Thou shouldst have power to illustrate a dream- Was e'er caprice to so much passion wed? Sittings? I told thee, painter, she is dead! 65 M.-IS1C AND DOAflNO. Yes, she is dead but if it were not so Her perfect features thou could'st never show. But wake thy soul and search for some fine thing; Paint thou the shimmer of an angel's wing; Or some rare gem outflashing all the East, Guarded and worshipped by some fabled beast; Paint any bright, bewildering mystery, It shall resemble her in some degree. Paint an idea. This the scene in brief: A vast, wide plain, more desolate than grief; A cold, pale star, set brilliantly on high; A flash of lightning hissing through the sky; A pale aurora rising to the view, With splendors of Vesuvius shining through Alas! there is no pertinence in these, At best they are but bare realities. Paint me a sign of Hope or Faith or Death; The things whereto men cling with latest breath; A saint, white-stoled and pointing to the skies; A serpent, with enchanting, subtle eyes- Stay, paint a woman! All else would be in vain, These but the signs and symbols of her reign; A woman, tender, passionate and true Aye, there's the doubtful point! Would God I knew. 66 PORTRAIT OR SPECTRE? I will describe her, painter. Take thy stand And with swift touches paint as I command. Draw an interior listen to me well And paint a form more fair than words can tell, A shape exquisite, of a dainty grace, And paint a beautiful, perilous, treacherous face Grown ghastly with a sudden, white surprise To see her lover slain before her eyes! Stay, stay; go not! These idle dreams are naught, Her memory doth disturb and shake my thought; And strange, wild fancies from my sorrows grow, The very sky is draped with weeds of woe; The world is darkened with a pall of ills, And pale Remorse sits brooding on the hills. Thou canst not serve me! Nothing will atone! My passion, grief and madness are mine own! 6 7 MASK AND DOMINO. REASON AND FAITH. 'T'HY love lies there and cannot rise, A film upon her frozen eyes, And stark and cold her beauty rare, And all her silky ringlets fair Are naught but lifeless tufts of hair. Weep, weep and moan! My love looks down from Paradise With comfort in her pitying eyes, My love, my own! Thy love is dead; cold, pale and still, In coffined silence white and chill; And all that lieth here to-day Shall soon forever pass away; Nor yet in heaven or earth shall stay One vestige dim. 68 REASON AND FAITH. My love shall walk in heavenly ways, And sing glad songs of love and praise Mid seraphim. Thou fool! This mechanism fine, Like delicate flower or clustering vine, Doth cease to work and that is all; The stately, spreading palm shall fall, Thou, too, shalt answer to the call, And all is sped. Oh thou sweet spirit, wandering far, I would I knew to what fair star Thy soul hath fled. Thy faith and hope are phantasy; Dumb nature laughs and pities thee; The faith thy poor self-love requires, The hope thy vanity inspires Of after life and angel choirs, Are vain, all vain. Oh love, methinks I feel thee near. Is thy dear presence hovering here, To ease my pain? 69 MASK AND DOMINO. Thy dog hath faculties like thine In less degree of clear and fine; The same machinery doth wake His duller thought; hath he no stake In heavenly bliss or burning lake Beyond the skies? I know not who thou art, I know My love waits for me in the glow Of Paradise. I am pure Reason, swift and bright To chase the phantom shades of night. Awake, thou dreamer! rise and be Erect and helpful, strong and free, Nor wave arms to Eternity In hopeless plaint! Oh love, my love, I see thee there, Triumphant, holy, calm and fair, A ransomed saint! LOVE'S WORLD. LOVE'S WORLD. " Love builds triumphal arches on desert sands." E sat upon the yellow sands With tremulous hearts and clinging hands, The while, from far off foreign lands, The billows rolled behold ! behold! The sea, a merchant brave and bold, Hath brought, oh bounteous, great sea, Such treasures to my love and me! A splendor of seraphic hue, O'erhung with heaven's imperial blue, Dreams, messages and fancies new, A flood of light, soft, warm and bright, A dream of sensuous, dear delight, A dream, oh shimmering, shining sea, Of empire for my love and me. 7* MASK AND DOMINO. The world is ours Love seems to say. Oh world, thou hast been given away By lavish Love, this perfect day. No soul is nigh to make reply, Alone with earth and sea and sky! What message from the isles, oh sea? What tidings for my love and me? What tidings from the northern seas, Where curdling billows roll and freeze, And white death lurks in every breeze; And cold and green, in icy sheen, The bergs lift frozen fronts serene, Like gravestones o'er thy grave, oh sea? Nay, keep this from my love and me. Nor tell us of thy stormy days, When, through the swirling, watery ways, The ghosts of drowned men upraise Their faces white, aghast with fright, On threshold of the realms of night. Tell not, oh ravenous, cruel sea, Such tidings to my love and me. But of the odorous Indian isles, Where earth, a scented nymph, beguiles With shining tears or glittering smiles LOVE'S WORLD. To dance and song, or dalliance long, Or passions swift and dark and strong. Come whisper, oh thou tell-tale sea, Romances to my love and me. And tell of blue waves tossed and curled, Wherethrough, with snowy wings unfurled, Brave ships go sailing down the world; Each dipping prow, with courtly bow Saluting thee, a monarch thou, Whose kingdom, at our feet, oh sea, Ends here before my love and me. Oh, thou great wanderer, bold and free! Thou hidest many a mystery, And desperate deeds thou dost decree; But Love, to-day, in wanton play, Thou knowest hath given the world away; And so thou crawlest here, oh sea, Submissive to my love and me. 73 AfASK AND DOMINO. APOTHEOSIS. IN dream or waking revery, I know not which it chanced to be. Or flash of vivid prophecy, I soared afar Beyond the farthest, burning star. Before a glory white and great, Two souls, unwitting of their fate, Knelt down in silence to await What dread decree Might shape their long eternity. And kindly death who brought them there, A presence noble, calm and fair, With shadows in his twilight hair, Dropt into space With lifted eyes and tranquil face. 74 APOTHEOSIS. No word the perfect silence broke, No flashing wing, no pinion's stroke; No seraph's hymn the far depths woke, But hovering there An expectation filled the air. The one was visaged like to those Who calmly face unnumbered foes, Who suffer unimagined woes, And rise above All chains of sense for faith or love. She spoke: "I loved, and this my woe I had so little to bestow; But what I had I gave, and so, I sinned and died. I would have given worlds beside. I gave myself, my life, my soul, My hope of heaven; I gave the whole For my love's sake a piteous dole. I am content To suffer my due punishment." The other was of feebler make, Of those unknown to sword or stake, For whom no storms of passion break. Who never sound The fiery depths of souls profound. 75 MASK AND DOMINO. Trembling she said: "I loved him, too, And faithfully, nor ever knew What love forbidden dares to do, For we were wed; Judge then between us twain," she said. "Nay, judge not!" was the other's cry, "But on thy mercy we rely." She ceased, the glory filled the sky, While all around The silent spaces woke to sound. And suddenly, with beauty rare, The upturned faces grew more fair; Transfigured from the hue of care To radiance bright, Both crowned with equal crowns of light And shining shapes, with pinions fleet, The pardoned spirits thronged to greet; While floating upward, faintly sweet To listening ears, Came music from the whispering spheres. AN ANTIENT LEGEND, ETC. AN ANTIENT LEGEND OF THE KNIGHT OF DORNE, THE BLACK STEED, AND THE LADYE IN GREEN AND CRIMSON. THE Knight of Dome prickt forth one summer's day For to adventure in a certain wood, Wherein he wote that he perchance might slay Some necromancing dwarf or dragon's brood. For Rumor had it that a hermit old Who dwelt thereby of such like things had told. Gaily he rode, rejoicing in the sight Of earth and sky which pleasant were to see. The old earth, now, hath grown less fair and bright, And woxen gray and somber; and, pardie, Ne dames (save one) are lovely now as then, Nor shall we see thilk good old times agen. 77 MASK AND DOMINO. daily he rode; the birds had wot of it, And twittered of him in a merry wise; (For then both birds and beasts had ampler wit,) Quod they: "What doth the Knight of Dome emprise?" "He goeth on some knightly quest I weet." So each to other sang with chirpings sweet. Whenas unto the forest's marge he drew, A squirrel, chattering, seemed to bid him stay; (For even squirrels then some wisdom knew;) Eftsones a stag, great-antlered, barred his way, But when the knight came near, forthby he fled, But threw back warning glances as he sped. Anon an owl, day-blind, went hooting by, To seek the dark shade of a bosky dell; And then a raven with a hoarse, sad cry, Beseeming of misfortune to foretell, With black wing cleft the shadowy spaces dim Of that wide forest with its secrets grim. But all unweeting of these portents ill, The knight rode on into the middle wood; When so it fortuned that the air grew still, And dark clouds gathered o'er the solitude, Presaging thunder; then the fearless knight Beheld a wondrous and a lovely sight. AN ANTIENT LEGEND, ETC. A great, black, mettled steed with flaming eyes, Whereon there sat the semblaunt of a may, With dainty limbs and eyes like summer skies, And hair, gold-hewen, lightly blown astray; Untressed it shone in tangled splendor sweet; A gown of green fell shimmering o'er her feet. A crimson hood had slippen from her brows, And gave to view her parfit loveliness; Her neck, ne wimpled, rivalled northern snows, Its hidden wonders weren rare to guess; Her fiery steed she managed with a touch, The good knight at her beauty marvelled much. "Beau sire," she said, "It steads me well to see Thy valorous presence in this shadowy place. I have been mured in sad capt4vity, From whennes I am escaped by Godys grace; And eke been holpen by this noble steed, Who gave me good deliverance in my need. "Let me rest here, sith I aweary be, And rede thee all my mournful tale." With that She gat her to the ground full lissomely, And down upon a mossy bank ysat; Her champing steed stood by her, black as night, The other charger ramped and raged with fright. 79 MASK AND DOMINO. And when for courtesy the knight gat down, His trembling horse did break from him and fly; But the sweet ladye charmed away his frown; Quod she: "What doth it matter? Thou and I Can ride where'er thou wilt upon my steed, And doubt not we shall make suffisaunt speed." Then in that silent forest's twilight air She told her tale, and with the witchery Of three enchantments she bewitched him there; Three spells she had of potent glamoury. The storm meanwhile, which erst had swept afar, Came rolling nearer on its gloomy car. The spell of starry eyes ywroughten well, A voice that charmed with rippling melody, The malefice of touches soft, that fell From rosy fingers, these her witcheries three; And strangely sweet and soverainly were they To lead that brave and simple soul astray. And sure his stainless knighthood had been lost, But heaven's good grace prevailed to succor him; The storm broke forth, on driving whirlwinds tost, And blinding flashes lit the forest dim. Ho! ho! by this the knight of Dome hath seen A cloven foot beneath her gown of green! 80 AN ANTIENT LEGEND, ETC. He rose in wrath. Her face had woxen white, Beneath the fierce glare of the angry skies; Reason and sense returned unto the knight; Out flashed his sword, upliften meteor-wise, A dolorous stroke he fetched, with thunderous frown, And swift he clave her through the middle down. Ladye and steed yvanished in a flame; When lo! the smile returned to nature's face; The good knight's charger toward him trotting came, And gruefully he turned and left that place. Betid that as he mused before him stood In sober guise the hermit of the wood: To whom he told the tale. The hermit said: "My son, by help of heaven thou hast done well. That charmeresse, by cozening seemly-head, Hath lured full many a wight to death and hell. This learn and, knowing, let them pass afar, Crimson and green the devil's colors are." So runs the legend, dim with centuries' dust; The Knight of Dome achieved a mighty name, And did great deeds in many a merry joust, But doubtful is the record of his fame; His day was so remote and far away, That what his ending was I cannot say. 81 MASK AND DOMINO. But this is sure, that at the present day All colors serve to paint the devil's screen; And many a may beguileth men astray Who walketh not in crimson nor in green. Truth is, all women underneath the sun Do somewhat deal in Satan's wiles save one. COUSIN FLOY. COUSIN FLOY. NOW mind, Miss Grey, your name to-night Is Marie Antoinette; You've been promoted, just for once, To wear a crown, my pet. And pray remember who you are, Be stately, proud and fair, And let no curious folks suspect That you are stuffed with hair. It isn't every doll that's let Go to a masquerade; To dance and have ice-cream and cake And nuts and lemonade. You'll meet distinguished folks, my dear, Kings, queens and courtiers gay; But bear in mind and don't let on That it is only play. 83 MASK AND DOMINO. And come away before daylight, And tell me all the news; Don't notice clown nor pantaloon, And don't run down your shoes. Don't dance with any common dolls, But be discreet, my lamb; You might, if it should happen right, Just bring me home some jam. One thing I must insist upon, And don't forget it, please: You're not to flirt the least wee bit, No, not a bit don't tease. For many a doll that once was gay And light of heart, my pet, Has in a cold ash-barrel found The fate of a coquette. Do you remember Cousin Floy? Why, yes; of course you do; We loved her dearly, didn't we? She made a hat for you. She was so pretty and so sweet, But flirted, mama said; I don't exactly understand, I only know she's dead. 84 COUSIN. FLOY. She went away I can't just think Whatever made her go. You need n't cry because I do But then I loved her so. Before she went her dear, sweet face Grew so extremely white I guess we won't play masquerade. Now go to sleep. Good night. MASK AND DOMINO. FROST PICTURES. '"THE sun above the icy rim That ringed the world around, Arose and scattered shining gems By millions on the ground; And every icicle that hung Point downward to the snow, Was jeweled like a fairy's wand, With rainbow hues aglow. Then little Tom jumped out of bed, From dreams of Santa Claus: "To-morrow will be Christmas Day!" And gave the clothes a toss; And to the frosted window ran To see what he could see: "Oh, my! What wonderland is this Of splendid mystery?" 86 FROST PICTURES. A land of snow and ice indeed, But beautiful and strange; A scene of shifting, iris tints, That glow and fade and change; A landscape of the frigid zone, All white as white could be, And trees festooned with frosted vines Of silver filagree. And in the midst a palace rose, With crystal turrets clear; And one stupendous, shining dome, That glistened far and near. While like Aladdin's bridal home, Built up with genii care, From every glittering casement shone Prismatic jewels rare. And underneath the frosted trees, The silver arches through, Strange, pigmy figures seemed to pass The palace gates unto; Long-bearded men of stature small, In furry garments dressed, All white and hoary-haired and slow And queer and self-possessed. 87 MASK AND DOMINO. And each one as he passed within The shining palace door, Upon his ancient, sturdy back, Some precious burden bore. Tom looked and looked and looked again- What could the picture mean? Till all at once, with throbbing heart, He recognized the scene. "It is the home of Santa Glaus, Far up in northern snows!" Cried Tommy, "And this very night With reindeer team he goes, Swift-speeding o'er the sleeping land, To bring to girls and boys Their Christmas gifts of skates and sleds And knives and dolls and toys. "And oh!" said Tom, "I mean to wait And see him start to-night" But even as he spoke the scene Grew less distinct and bright ; The glowing sun the frost dissolved, Turned it to mist again A memory in a boyish heart, A shadpw on the pane. 88 PREHISTORIC SMITH. PREHISTORIC SMITH. QUATERNARY EPOCH POST-PLIOCENE PERIOD. A MAN sat on a rock and sought Refreshment from his thumb; A dinotherium -wandered by And scared him some. His name was Smith. The kind of rock He sat upon was shale. One feature quite distinguished him He had a tail. The danger past, he fell into A revery austere; While with his tail he whisked a fly From off his ear. 89 MASK AND DOMINO. "Mankind deteriorates," he said, "Grows weak and incomplete; 4nd each new generation seems Yet more effete. "Nature abhors imperfect work, And on it lays her ban; And all creation must despise A tailless man. "But fashion's dictates rule supreme, Ignoring common sense; And fashion says, to dock your tail Is just immense. "And children now come in the world With half a tail or less; Too stumpy to convey a thought, And meaningless. "It kills expression. How can one Set forth, in words that drag, The best emotions of the soul, Without a wag?" Sadly he mused upon the world, Its follies and its woes; Then wiped the moisture from his eyes, And blew his nose. 90 PREHISTORIC SMITH. But clothed in ear-rings, Mrs. Smith Came wandering down the dale; And, smiling, Mr. Smith arose, And wagged his tail. MASK AND DOMINO. PRO AND CON. \ I 7 HEN ships come over the sea, my love, * * Come over the shining sea, Like maidens walking a minuet, White-raimented daintily ; Oh what do they bring under each white wing, What songs do the sailors sing, While the breezes frolic along the deep, And the crested billows behind them sweep, As over the sea, the shining sea, The ships come sailing so merrily? When ships come over the sea, my dear, Come over the stormy sea, The cordage creaks in the whistling winds, And the sails flap dismally, And the sailors swear, till the raw, damp air Is visibly tinged with a sulphurous glare, And the seasick passengers faintly groan, And the sea-gulls scream, and the wild winds moan, As over the sea, the storm-swept sea, The ships come laboring wearily. 93 LIFE AND CHARACTER. LIFE AND CHARACTER. FROM A DOGGY'S POINT OF VIEW. T 'M a little curly doggy for a cent, (So Mabel says) as black as doggies come; I wag my tail at every compliment, Like "itty toozy woozy umpty scrum"; My eyes are black, so is my cold, wet nose, I 'm littler than a minute I suppose. Some say I 'm mischievous and some say funny; I have to bite things, but it 's only play; I used to have fine sport with Mabel's bunray, Until the poky fellow died one day; Then Mabel cried, and I was really sorry For fear the poor, weak creature died of worry. 93 MASK AND DOMINO. I 'm very busy, for I know it 's true That idleness inclines to sinful ways; And every minute has its work to do My industry is "frightful" Mabel says; (; loves, shoes, and things too numerous to mention Require a deal of serious attention. Mabel is silly. Such a hat she wore Of flowers and feathers and things it made me sick! But I got hold of it one day and tore The ugly thing to pieces pretty quick. She cried again she cries too easy quite; I only know that what I did was right. I wish my lot with other dogs was cast; I met a gentlemanly large one lately. After the usual compliments had passed I barked, and bit his ear, while he, sedately, Replied by an occasional sleepy wink. Large dogs are more humane than folks I think. A little human has but lately come, I don't know where it came from, nor for what; A dozen growns would be less troublesome, And yet it seems a comic little tot; I like to chew its wee, pink, chubby toes; It says: "Ah goo," and likes it, I suppose. 94 LIFE AND CHARACTER. Miss Lou is Mabel's cousin, I believe: A young man called on her the other night, And tried to keep her warm with just his sleeve; Such foolish actions don't, to me, seem right. If I am wrong his pardon I must beg, He tried to eat her and I bit his leg. I like the humans, and in all I do I strive to win their love with all my might: Mabel and baby and mamma and Lou, I love 'em all and try to do what 's right. I haven't any more to say just now; I 'm going to curl up on this rug, bow wow! 95 M.IS/C AND DOMINO. I WANT. I WANT I don't know what I want; I'm tired of * everything; IM like to be a queen or something no, a bearded king, With iron crown and wolfish eyes and manners fierce and bold, Or else a plumed highwayman, or a paladin of old. We girls are such poor creatures, slaves of circumstance and fate; Denied the warrior's glory and the conqueror's splendid state ; And, puss, you are so mortal slow ; I wish you could be changed Into a catamount, with tastes quite violent and deranged. I'd like an earthquake, that I would oh, puss, I'll tell you what, Some planets have two suns and different colors, too, at that; 96 / WANT. Now there would be variety: two mornings every day One green or brown, for instance, and the other crim- son, say. What splendid lights, what curious shades, what trans- formation scenes; What queer surprises, puss, just think, what lovely pinks and greens! How funny Gus would look ! He is so poky and so flat. But such complexions! After all, I shouldn't fancy that. I'll never marry Gus, of that I'm very sure at least, I'd sooner be a bandit's bride, united by a priest .... Oh, there you are, sir! No, indeed! I'll not be kissed at all! No, sir, I've changed my mind ; we wont be married in the fall. Now do be still. I've changed my mind. My privilege, I believe Oh, horrible! What's this? A daddy-long-legs on my sleeve ! Oh, Gus, come quick! I'm deadly faint! Do take the thing away! Yes, yes, I'll promise anything! I'll marry you to-day! 97 -I/./6A' AND DOMINO. COASTING. COME out into the moonlit night, With muff and tippet, dear; The stars are laughing down at us, The air is keen and clear So keen and clear that life and health Throb high in every vein. Away with languid, silken ease, And sparkle of champagne! Come out, love! Come out, love! Come out in coasting gear! With fur-topped boots and stockings red, And redder cheeks, my dear. Give me your little hand in mine, We '11 climb the hill together; To climb is easy as to sing, This splendid winter weather. The world is like an ice-king's bride, All raimented in white; The icy palaces shall ring With bridal songs to-night. 9 8 COASTING. Old gaffer Care, the poor old soul, Hath cast his wares away; Hark to the sleigh-bells chorusing A jubilate gay! Give voice, my dear, and carol forth A song to fit the time; Pour out in clear and joyous notes A merry-footed rhyme. The yellow moon leans low adown From out the starry sky, To hear the silvery sounds of mirth And music floating by. Now down we go, as swift and sure As sea-gulls o'er the sea; Or shooting stars that flashing fly In spaces far and free. The snow flies up in diamond-dust Take care, hold hard and fast! A tingling shower of blinding snow Hurrah! Upset at last! Such frolics chance to all who love The swiftly flying sled, And blinking stars alone beheld That glimpse of stockings red. Now home we go with hearts aglow, And faces glad and bright; Good angels keep you, little one! Good-night, my love, good-night! 99 MASK AND DOMINO. TABLEAUX. THE sun of Austerlitz had set Behind the pantry door; Napoleon sheathed his gleaming blade And laid it on the floor; The Iron Mask took off his wig It hurt his ear, he said; And Queen Elizabeth removed Three-quarters of her head. The next thing was Iniquitous, Which seemed to please them all; And then we played The Prodigal, And then tableau'd The Fail; But Snipes, who took the Serpent's part, Got hungry probably; At least he ate The Apple up And quarreled with The Tree. TABLEAUX. A larky spirit was abroad Which spoiled the serious things, And led the girls to giggle at Apollyon's awful wings; And when the final scene was set Of Mary Stuart's death, Poor Mary was in such a gale She couldn't catch her breath. A gloomy court, a headsman's block All hung with weeds of woe, An Executioner in black, And tapers burning low; A weird, funereal, solemn scene, Impressive, gloomy, dark; With all the tragic retinue Just bursting for a lark. Too bad! but Mary looked so sweet, And had such pretty hair, The headsman leaned upon his ax And kissed her plump and square; Then Perky Jones, the cowled monk, So grim, and stern, and slow, Turned somersaults across the block And spoiled the whole tableau. MASK AND DOMINO. Then buzz of talk, and change of seats, And laughter's merry peal, Broke up the show, and all the boys Took partners for a reel. And we at Jones's Corners think That trying to be jolly Is better for the human r Than limp, aesthetic folly. THE UNATTAINABLE. THE UNATTAINABLE. TT chanced that as I wandered on my way, One summer's day, With thoughts that tended unto fancies quaint; I came anear a streamlet running clear, Like school-boy glad what time he flies restraint; And on its brink A pensive-minded ass had paused to think. He stood reflective, gazing far away, As who should say: . " This slumbrous summer noon is nowise fit For aught of toil or any vain turmoil, But in the lap of dreamy thoughts to sit, And gather so Such peace of mind as lazy asses know." Quite lost in contemplation deep was he, Nor heeded me; One ear did somewhat droop, as with the weight Of portly fly, which gravely hung thereby, In seeming comfort and contentment great; Nor deemed that he Was otherwhere than eke a fly should be. 103 MASK AND DOMINO. "O ass," I said, "what perfect rest is thine, What peace benign! Dost thou not know such pleasure cannot last? Hast thou no fear of blows still due thee here As debits on the page by fate forecast?" He offered no reply, But with his hind-foot calmly brushed that fly. "O ass," I said, "the pleasant hours are few Thy journey through. Dost thou not dread what yet may come to pass? Methinks, perchance, thine utter nonchalance May be because, in truth, thou art an ass." Thus I, in brief; He naught, but used his tongue for handkerchief. "O ass," I said, "canst thou not teach to me Serenity, And full enjoyment of the passing hour? Without or vain regret, or ceaseless, weary fret, Toward what future ills may darkly lower?" He turned his head. Full-solemn winked he, but no word said. Nor have I ever learned the potent plan From ass or man, Of how to rest content with present good, Without forebodings vain, or retrospective pain To mar the most complacent, peaceful mood. Nor is it true That any folk but < h thereto. 104 SILVER-GLOSS AND TANGLE-FOOT. SILVER-GLOSS AND TANGLE-FOOT. SLEEPY little Toddlekins In the corn-field lay; Resting on a pumpkin vine, Tired out with play; Golden head on golden pillow Dropped to sleep at last, While the shades of afternoon Slowly lengthened past. Sunset faded, twilight melted Into balmy night, And the lazy, harvest moon Slowly crept in sight; The insect choir began to stir, Each tuned his little flute, And joining with the katydids, Began the great dispute. 105 /1/.-/.VA" AND DOMINO. Little Toddlekins awoke, Scarce believed her eyes; Sat up straight and looked about In a vast surprise; All the corn-field was alive Such a wondrous sight With a throng of fairy forms, In the moonshine bright. Puzzled little Toddlekins, Wide-eyed, gazed around; Came a princely cavalier, Bowing to the ground; With a tasseled cap of gold And a cloak of green "Little Toddlekins," he said, "Will you be my queen? "I'm the king of corn-field fays, Silver-Gloss my name; These my peers and paladins Of honorable fame; These my subjects will you be Their (jueen and mine?" said he- "I ask it on my bended knees." u It" you please," said she. 1 06 SILVER-GLOSS AND TANGLE-FOOT. He took her hand with courtly grace, And led her to his throne; See how very, very small Toddlekins has grown; All her wonder at an end, Quietly sedate, Like a born princess she seemed In her royal state. And then what games and sports went on, What dances and what fun ; What races on unsightly steeds With spindle-shanks were run; What flights into the moon-lit air On gauzy-winged balloons; While all the while the insect choir Played up their million tunes. But hark! a trumpet tone rings out, And then a shrill alarm "Arm, arm, my braves!" cried Silver-Gloss, "With spear and buckler arm! 'Tis Tangle-Foot, the wicked imp, With all his evil horde, To drive us from our corn-field fair; Out, every flashing sword!" * 107 MASK AND DOMINO. They marshalled quickly for the fray, And quickly rame the foe; Dark, hazard imps, with glaring eyes, And grizzly shapes of woe; Led on by scowling Tangle-Foot, Armed with a crooked sword; \Yhile Toddlekins, upon her throne, Sat trembling for her lord. Strike! fairies, strike! for life and limb, For honor and for fame! And strike to rid your corn-field home Of wickedness and shame! Hurrah! hurrah! for Silver-Gloss! The evil one is down! The silver-crested, fairy king, Has saved his life and crown! Then all the phantoms shrieking fled, And joyously once more The fairies sang and danced and played As merrily as before. While through the pleasant summer nijjit. O'er hills and fields and dells, voices rose and fell Like chiming silver bells. 108 SILVER-GLOSS AND TANGLE-FOOT. The moon sank down, the light of dawn Came creeping o'er the skies, And troubled little Toddlekins Rubbed both her sleepy eyes; Upon her pumpkin throne she sat Quite lonesome and forlorn, For nothing of the show remained But waving fields of corn. 109 MASK AND DOMINO. A CATASTROPHE. NO human being Who saw that sight, But felt a shudder Of chill affright. He sat in a window Three stories high, A little baby With no one nigh. A stranger saw him And stopped to stare; A crowd soon gathered To watch him there. A gleam, a flutter, In airy flight, Came past the window A butterfly bright. From fields of clover And perfumed air, Wayfaring insect What brought you there? The baby saw it, And eagerly, Reached out to catch it. And crowed with glee. A CATASTROPHE. With fat, pink fingers, Reached out and fell! The awful horror No tongue can tell. Poor little baby, So sweet and bright! Pale faces quivered, And lips grew white, Weak women fainted, Strong men grew weak, And rose one woman's Heart-piercing shriek. Hurrah for the awning! Upon the fly, It caught the youngster And tossed him high; The bounce prodigious Made baby scowl; He caught his breath, sir, And set up a howl. All blessed the awning That had no flaw, But a madder baby You never saw. .)/. ISA" AND DOMINO. DOWN THE SWITCHBACK. SIDE by side we rode together, On a clear October day, While the mountains, crimson-crested, Kept a royal holiday. Down the Switchback from Mount Pisgah \Ve went speeding o'er the hills, With the golden sunlight flashing From the rippling, mountain rills. But the flashing and the glinting, And the blue of autumn skies, Were but frosty in their beauty To the summer of her eyes. Side by side we rode together, And I did not dare to wait, For she was seventeen, and I Was turned of forty-eight. DOWN THE SWITCHBACK. So I whispered to her: "Darling, Let us travel, side by side, Down the grade of Life's long Switchback, To the shoreless ocean's tide." But she looked away far over * All the hills that lay between, To the distant, dim horizon, And her eyes were too serene, As she said: "I like October, With its splendors of decay, But I like the spring-time better, And the warm, sweet air of May." Thus we traveled down the Switchback, Thus I trifled with my fate; For she was seventeen, and I Was turned of forty-eight. METROPOLITAN CHARACTER SKETCHES IN VERSE. THE BAR-TENDER'S STORY. THE BAR-TENDER'S STORY. \I 7HEN I knew him at first it is certing * * That he was a model young man ; Apparently Nature had shaped him On a sort of a liberal plan; Had guv him good looks and good language, And manners expressive and free, And a habit of spending his money Which was really a pleasure to see. He was noways inclined to be stuck up, Nor the sort to be easy put down ; And was thought to be jolly agreeable Wherever he went around town. He used to come in for his beverage Quite regular, every night; And I took a consid'able interest In mixing the thing about right. 117 MASK AND DOMINO. A judicious indulgence in liquids It is natural for me to admire; lint I have to admit that for some folks They are pison complete and entire; For rum, though a cheerful companion, As a boss is the devil's own chum; And this chap, I am sorry to state it, Was floored in a wrastle with rum. For he got to increasing his doses, And took 'em more often, he did; And it grew on him faster and faster Till into a bummer he slid. 1 was grieved to observe this young fellow A letting himself down the grade; And I lectured him onto it sometimes, At the risk of its injuring trade. At last he got thundering seedy, And lost his respect for himself, And all his high notions of honor Were bundled away on the shelf. But at times he was dreadful remorseful Whenever he'd stop for to think, And he'd *wear to reform himself frequent, And end it by taking a drink. 118 THE BAR-TENDERS STORY. What saved that young feller! A woman! She done it the singlerest way. He came in the bar-room one evening (He hadn't been drinking that day), And sot himself down to a table With a terrible sorrowful face, And he sot there a groaning repeated, And calling himself a gone case. He was thinking and thinking and thinking, And cursing himself and his fate, And ended his thinking as usual, By ordering a Bourbon straight. He was holding the glass in his fingers, When into the place from the street, There came a young girl like a spirit, With a face that was wonderful sweet. , And she glided right up to the table, And took the glass gently away, And she says to him: " George, it is over; I am only a woman to-day! I rejected you once, in my anger, But I come to you lowly and meek; For I can't live without you, my darling; I thought I was strong, but I'm weak. 119 MASK AND DOMINO. You are bound in a terrible bondage, And I come, love, to share it with you; Is there shame in the deed? I can bear it, For, at last, to my love I am true; I have turned from the home of my childhood, And I come to you, lover and friend, Leaving comfort, contentment and honor, And I'll stay to the terrible end. Is there hunger and want in the future? I will share them with you, and not shrink! And together we'll join in the pleasures, The wties and the dangers of drink." Then she raised up the glass, firm and steady, But her face was as pale as the dead "Here's to wine and the joy of carousals, The songs and the laughter," she said. Then he rose up, his face like a tempest, And took the glass out of her hand, And slung it away, stern and savage, And I tell you his manner was grand! And he says: "I have done with it, Nelly, And I'll turn from the ways I have trod, And FH live to be worthy of you, dear. So help me a merciful God 1 " THE BAR-TENDER'S STORY. What more was remarked, it is needless For me to attempt to relate; It was some time ago since it happened, But the sequel is easy to state; I saw that same feller last Monday, Looking nobby and handsome and game; He was wheeling a vehicle, gentlemen, And a baby was into the same. MASK AND DOMINO. THE OLD FIREMAN'S STORY. YES, yes; you've got a fine machine a beautiful ma- chine; A handsome critter, burnished well, and smart and neat and clean. I s'pose now, with your horses and your telegraph alarms, And fire and steam to do the work, instead of hands and arms, It ain't so hard on flesh and blood, and like as not the fires Has less to brag of fighting steam, that never slacks nor tires; But, boys, those old machines of ours we loved 'em mighty well, And liked to hear the music of the good old fire-bell! Yes, thank you, boys, I wouldn't mind to sit and chat awhile, And have a pipe, and hear you tell about the modern style; 122 THE OLD FIREMAN'S STORY. But somehow, boys, I don't believe, in these here tem- perance days, You get the same enjoyment from a roasting, roaring blaze Like what we did in olden times, when through the sleeping town The watch-tower clanged the loud alarm. It did the business brown, And fetched the night-caps out of bed to see the fun, you know, When I was chief of Neptune Five, some thirty years ago. I feel at home amongst you, boys; it carries me away To times when our red shirts and belts was thought to be quite gay. And then the girls poke bonnets, eh? would always have an eye For any gallus fireman. God bless the girls! says I. I s'pose some of you may have heard about the little strike That makes me easy nowadays and independent like; For though I'd take no payment then, it didn't come so ill When clean five thousand dollars, boys, was left me in a will. It happened on a summer's night, in eighteen forty-two: A fine house on a corner up in Second Avenue Took fire in the basement, and before the people woke 123 MASK AND DOMINO. The flames were raging down below the house was full of smoke. When we got there the people was a dropping, white with fear, To the roof of an extension from the second story rear. They were safe; but thrilling through us rang a cry of wild despair From out an upper window, and we saw a woman there. A woman with a little child held to her bosom tight. I was up on the extension in a jiffy at the sight, And I climbed in at the window through the smoke that rushed out thick, And I groped my way up blindly not a second, though, too quick, For the fire was gaining headway fast; and when I found the pair It was bursting out where I climbed in, and shooting up the stair. Too late to save them from below I saw that plain enough ; I don't know how I done it, but I got 'em to the roof. As we came up a cheer broke out from anxious crowd- beneath ; I Jut still my chance was mighty slim to save us all from death. No ladder could have reached us through the smoke and flame below; "4 THE OLD FIREMAN'S STOR Y. The next roof thirty foot away an awful gap, you know. Cut off, it seemed, from human aid, no means of res- cue nigh; Alone between a blazing hell, a black and lurid sky; Three of us, face to face with death, hemmed in with terrors wild, And one a trembling woman was, and one a little child. I never see a sight like that the mother kneeling there, Her arms around the little boy, her face upturned in prayer. If ever human agony reached right up through the skies, Then did the supplication of those piteous, pleading eyes. Likely heaven took an interest the little one to save, For now they're on the other roof my boys so prompt and brave! And now they've hauled a ladder up, and now it's shoved across; But such a bridge! You'd better b'lieve the thing was perilous. The mother saw and shuddered; cast one more glance around Upon the gathering, fiery doom, and heard its sullen sound ; Then kissed the child with clinging lips and held him out to me: 125 JA/.VA' .l\l) DOM/XO. "Save //////, save ///'/// my precious boy! My life is naught, " said she. 1 took him. started; runi; by rung I stepped the chasm o'er, Through stifling gusts the fire sent up with dull and an-ry roar; Till, safe across, the child I gave, then turned to cross again To help the mother; but I saw the peril would be vain! She had watched the dizzy journey with a mother's eager eye, Until we stood in safety; then she heard a little cry, And saw her baby's outstretched arms. Another look to God: "Yes, darling; mamma's coming now" and forth the woman trod. Her feet were bare, her hair was loose and streaming on the night; The lurid glow lit up her face with red, unearthly light. I tell you now my nerves were shook performing of the feat That that pale woman undertook through fiery gusts of heat. No doubt her feet was guided. Like a spirit swift she came, While the roof behind her, as she left, broke into sweep- ing ilame. But when the dreadful journey in safety she had passed, 126 THE OLD FIREMAN'S STORY. Her woman's weakness triumphed and went back on her at last, And she fell amongst us fainting; but I reckon such a cheer As went up on that occasion, would a done you good to hear. It was nip and tuck 'tween life and death for all of us that night; But death was euchred. That's all, boys; I'd thank you for a light. MASK AND DOMINO. DADDY FLICK'S SPREE. pvADDY Flick was a queer old Dick, *-^ Trudging along with a crooked stick, Frowsy and dirty and tattered and torn, Wearing a hat that a goat would scorn To nibble at, it was so forlorn. He was gray as a badger and old as a crow, And his eyes were queer well, beery, you know, Bleached and weak and he had, I suppose, The most absurd and peculiar nose That ever invited a passer-by To think of the worth of ebriety. Naught can I say in his praise, I wot. Respectable? Honest? Oh, certainly not! Most people -calU-d Uim a wretched old sot. Only a beggar. He used to stand, Day by day, with his hat in his hand, Asking for pence from the grave and the gay, And getting them, too, I am glad to say, 128 DADD Y FLICJCS SPREE. Not in abundance, but just enough For a little bread, and more of the stuff That went to nourish his curious nose And keep it blooming, a full-blown rose. " Life," he said, " For the rich or poor, Means but the same endure, endure! Troubles to poor and rich befall, But the bottle," he said, "Is a friend to all." Now that you know the old reprobate, Beggar, dishonest, inebriate, All that he asks, sir, of you or me Is a little measure of charity. For twenty years he had been the same, Till at last the usual period came When age began to assert itself And threatened to lay him upon the shelf. And parties said in that part of the town That the poor old sinner was breaking down; When all at once he was seen to be Displaying a greater activity; Begging with more than his usual vim, And, what was entirely new for him, Picking up jobs, and inquiring, too, For any work he could find to do. Neighbors said it was strange, if true, When they heard a rumor to that effect ; A change impossible to expect. It seemed, you perceive, anomalous 129 MASK AND DOMINO. That Mick should he turning industrious. But SO it w:is; if you'll listen well, The bottom facts of the case I'll tell. All of us, in this vale of tears, Rush along through the busy years Chasing phantoms, and, when they're caught, Finding out we have captured naught. I have caught shadows confound the same! Happy the mortal who has no aim. Flick, for seventy years to date, Had never thought to be bothering fate; Had been contented to barely live, Caring for nothing the world can give. A sort of philosopher, as I think, In seeking for naught 'but his meat and drink. But, mind you, never a notion had he Of any taint of philosophy. The greatest and wisest have one soft streak, And so at the last Flick showed up weak. He said to himself on a certain day, -Daddy Flick, you are old and gray, Likely to drop off any day. 1U fore your coffin is lowered down. Or, what is worse, you go on the town, You ought to have, as it seems to me, One good, old-fashioned, expensive spree." 130 DADDY FLICK'S SPREE. Alas, I fear that my readers all Are disappointed at such a fall; I wish he had felt a higher call, Something of nobler and healthier tone, An aspiration with more backbone. But I told you before that the poor old rat Had never a virtue beneath his hat. I must tell my stories as they befall; If you don't like 'em, don't read 'em, that's .all After a couple of months had passed, Daddy Flick had at length amassed A sum sufficient, he thought, to see His way to that same old-fashioned spree. And so one night as he paddled home, He said to himself that the time had come, And, cackling over an ancient song, He jingled his cash as he went along. What were his assets? A marvelous sum, Enough to purchase unlimited rum, (Listen, you who collect your rents!) About a dollar and fifty cents. Passing along by a vacant lot, (The name of the street I have clean forgot) A very diminutive boy he spied, Slouching a very tall fence beside: A lonesome figure, so woe-begone, So desolate-looking and haggard and wan, MASK AND DOMINO. That even Flick, in his callous heart, Felt a movement of pity start. Ragged he was and exceedingly small, With garments that covered him, that was all; A cap remarkable after its kind, With front dismantled and baggy behind; Shoes too big by about a mile, Hut gaping wide with a frightful smile, As though they laughed at the tiny feet That dragged such a burden along the street. He stood there listless and weary and worn, Hands in his pockets, alone and forlorn; His features stained with the dirty streaks Of the tears that had dried on his little cheeks. Flick was none of your tender sort, Philanthropy never had been his forte; But the look of the child was so woefully sad That he stopped and spoke to the little lad, And got the story I'll tell to you, Since it only requires a line or two: His mother had died in a drunken fit, He was hungry, and that was the whole of it. Flick, as you know, was all primed for a spree; All the same he said, "Come with me!" An 1 took the child to his narrow den, And fed him and kept him that night, and then, To cut it short, he put up the tin 132 DADD Y FLICICS SPREE. He had labored so long and so hard to win, And started the boy in the paper trade, Where he prospered well and a living made. Then Flick returned to his ancient ways, And loafed and begged through the listless days; Cracking, by way of amusing folk, An occasional rummy and senile joke. But what is the funniest thing to me, He always thought he had had that spree, And bragged about it to every j)ne ? That for once in his life he had had some fun. He died in the course of time, and went, I make no doubt, to his punishment; For, of course, such a wretched old sinner as he Could stand no show in eternity. There's just one thing to his credit, though, He never asked to be born, you know. '33 MASK AND DOMINO. POOR LITTLE JOE. PROP yer eyes wide open, Joey, Fur I've brought you sumpin' great. Apples? No, enough sight better! Don't you take no int'rest? Wait! Flowers, Joe I know'd you'd like 'em Ain't them scrumptious? Ain't them hirli? Tears, my boy? Wofs them fur, Joey? There poor little Joe! don't cry! I was skippin' past a winder Where a bang-up lady sot, All amongst a lot of bushes h one climbin' from a pot; Every bush had flowers on it Pretty? Mebbe not! Oh, no! Wi.-h you could 'a seen 'em growin\ It was such a stunnin' show. 134 POOR LITTLE JOE. Well, I thought of you, poor feller, Lyin' here so sick and weak, Never knowin' any comfort, And I puts on lots o' cheek. "Missus," says I, "if you please, mum, Could I ax you for a rose? For my little brother, missus, Never seed one, I suppose." Then I told her all about you How I bringed you up poor Joe! (Lackin' women folks to do it) Sich a imp you was, you know! Till yer got that awful tumble, Jist as I had broke yer in (Hard work, too) to earn your livin' Blackin' boots for honest tin. How that tumble crippled of you, So's you couldn't hyper much Joe, it hurted when I seen you Fur the first time with yer crutch. "But," I says, "he's laid up now, mum, 'Pears to weaken every day;" Joe' she up and went to cuttin' That's the how of this bokay. '35 MASK AND DOMINO. Say, it seems to me, ole feller, You is quite yourself to-night; Kind o' chirk it's been a fortnit Sence yer eyes has been so bright. Better? Well, I'm glad to hear it! Yes, they're mighty pretty, Joe. Smellin' of 'em's made you happy? Well, I thought it would, you know. Never see the country, did you? Flowers growin' everywhere! Some time when you're bette r , Joey, Mebbe I kin take you there. Flowers in heaven? 'M I s'pose so; Dunno much about it, though; Ain't as fly as wot I might be On them topics, little Joe. But I've heerd it hinted somewheres That in heaven's golden gates Things is everlastin' cheerful B'lieve that's what the Bible states. Likewise, there, folks don't git hungry: So good people, w'en they dies, Finds theirselves well fixed forever Joe, my boy, wot ails yer eyes? '3* POOR LITTLE JOE. Thought they looked a little sing'ler. Oh, no! Don't you have no fear; Heaven was made fur such as you is Joe, wot makes you look so queer? Here wake up! Oh, don't look that way! Joe! My boy! Hold up yer head! Here's yer flowers you dropped 'em Joey. Oh, my God, can Joe be dead? 137 MASK AND DOMINO. UNDER A CANVAS SKY. OUR turn at last! Now, Roland, go! A triumph waits for us you know; The clown looks on with hard grimace Upon his leering, painted face; The tyrant of the ring walks round And cracks his whip with pistol sound; The crowd applauds; now faster yet, With gallop and with pirouette! Our blood is up, we know no fear, A whirlwind in our mad career, My horse and I, away we go! What pain is this that chills me so? A pain that always comes to me With bitter envy when I see A maiden fair, with shining hair, Like yonder girl that nestles there, And looks up to her lover's face With wistful eyes and tender grace. 138 UNDER A CANVAS SKY. Alas ! for me no eyes are fond, I hold no heart in silken bond, I have no part with love or tears, No mother cares, no tender fears, I have no joy this trade above, I am a thing no man will love; A circus-rider, bold and free, Unsexed, unloved, unwomanly. Ho! bring the flags, balloons and rings! I'll cut a dash, for all the stings That lash me when I see the sight Of lovers' eyes with love alight. Yon maiden's innocent young heart Some day with bitter wounds shall smart; She yet shall know that lovers' vows The cause of shame and death espouse; Or, if she live to be a wife, That love grown cold is death in life. Away! my gallant steed, away! What care we for such trivial play? Blow, trumpets, with your brazen throats! One sky o'er all the wide world floats. One sky ? My world is in this tent ; My sky is canvas, somewhat rent And soiled with handling, so am I; What know I of the clear blue sky? How would these gaping idiots stare 139 MASK AND DOMINO. To see me make a dash for air, And ride straight out of yonder door All heedle>s of what lies before; Out in the moon\ clear, silver li-ht ; Out in the cool, tresh air of night; Away from all the senseless din, The gari.sh lights, the painted sin, The c ra-hin^ thunder of the band, Into the peace of some new land? There is no such, and nothing new Will come for aught that I can do. New, unknown lands are for the dead, And in this tent I win my bread, And bread is life, and life is long, And must be lived by weak and strong. Look, lovers' eyes, for what you prize, Into each other's love-lit eyes! Be merry if you can, I know What fools you are, but, even so, I envy you the happy lot Of being fooled as I am not. But if my chance in life had been To be a maiden fair, within A home made beautiful and bright With peace and plenty, then I might, UNDER A CANVAS SKY. Perhaps, have known what love can do To sanctify the favored few; My heart might then have known the bliss Of leaning to a lover's kiss; Of looking up with maiden grace Into a lover's strong, bright face; Of finding hope and joy and rest Upon a tender, manly breast. Now for the hurdles! Roland, see, They've laid out work for you and me. You are the lover that I prize! Fire flashes from your splendid eyes! Once, twice around, once more, and then Well done, sir! Bravo! Once again! With you I'd ride at Fate outright, And jump the gates of Death at sight! Good horse! Well sprung! Now dash away! I do not care in this wild play For all that my hard life has cost, For all the things that I have lost, For aught that grim mischance can bring, For life or love or anything! Away! away! my gallant steed, ' With clattering hoof and lightning speed, And show to staring dunce and dolt How flies a living thunderbolt! 141 MASK AND DOMIXO. So weak and faint! What hurts me so? What was that \\ hi -per ing sad and low? What ghostly faces did I see? What far off music came to me Like wailing dirges for the dead? What mountains rest upon my head? What river rushes dark and drear? What dashing waves are those I hear? Dreams! But I am not dreaming now, Helpless and weak and crushed but how? A thousand eyes were on me there, A thousand voices filled the air, And stirred the very flags unfurled, And then a crash that shook the world; That thrust me down from life and light Into a dim and dreadful night Of phantom shapes and sounds of fear Ah, yes, I know, I'm dying here. Dying? And Roland too is dead? I would have gladly died instead. My splendid horse! And there was none For me to love but him, not one. Dying! And Roland dead! Then I nothing left to do but die. UNDER A CANVAS SKY. Only a girl's face fond and fair, But yet it drove me to despair, And made me reckless, mad and wild. But it was not her fault, poor child. Why that is she! Kneel by me here, And pray to God for me, my dear. I had no lover, child or friend, But rode my best unto the end, For that was all I had to do. Life came with sweeter gifts to you. Pray for me! - It is cold and dark. Can that be Roland neighing? Hark! Yes, I am coming. Roland, see, They're waiting there for you and me. MASK AND DOMINO. FATHER JOHN. HE warn't no long-faced man o' prayer, A peddling scriptures here and there, A shooting off his texts and tracts Without regard to dates and facts Or time or place, like all possessed, Till weary sinners couldn't rest; Fatiguing unregenerate gents, And causing molls to swear immense. He didn't snivel worth a cent, Nor gush to any great extent, But labored on a level plan A priest, but none the less a man Among the slums and boozing-kens, And in the vilest holes and dens, Amongst the drabs and owls and worse For saints in these here parts are skerce; This ward ain't noways flush o' them, It ain't no New Jerusalem. 144 FATHER JOHN. He preached but little, argued less, But if a moll was in distress, Or if a kinchin came to grief, Or trouble tackled rogue or thief, There Father John was sure to be To blunt the edge o' misery; And somehow managed every time To ease despair or lessen crime. That corner house was always known Around these parts as Poger's Own, Till two pams in a drunken fight Set the whole thing afire one night. And where it stood they hypered round, And blasttd rocks and shoveled ground To build the factory over there The one you see and that is where Poor Father John God give him rest! Preached his last sermon, and his best. One summer's day the thing was done; The workmen set a blast and run. They ain't so kerful here, I guess, Where lives ain't worth a cent apiece, As in the wards where things is dear, And nothing ain't so cheap as here; Leastwise, the first they seed or knowed, A little chick had crossed the road. MASK AND DOMINO. He seemed to be just out o' bed, Bare-legged, with nothing on his head; Chubby and cunning, with his hair Blown criss-cross by the morning air; Dragging a tin horse by a string, Without much care for anything; A talking to himself for joy, A toddling, kerless, baby boy. Right for the crawling fuse he went, As though to find out what it meant; Trudging towards the fatal spot, Till less'n three feet off he got From where the murdering thing lay still, Just waiting fur to spring and kill; Marching along towards his grave,- And not a soul dared go to save. They hollered all they durst to do; He turned and laughed, and then bent low To set the horsey on his feet, And went right on a crowing sweet. And then a death-like silence grew On all the trembling, coward crew, ;ch swift second Deemed the last re the roaring of the blast. then some chance or purpose brought The priest; he saw, and quick as thought 146 FATHER JOHN. He ran and caught the child, and turned Just as the slumbering powder burned, And shot the shattered rocks around, And with its thunder shook the ground. The child was sheltered; Father John Was hurt to death; without a groan He set the baby down, then went A step or two, but life was spent; He tottered, looked up to the skies With ashen face, but strange, glad eyes. "My love, I come!" was all he said, Sank slowly down, and so was dead. Stranger, he left a memory here That will be felt for many a year, And since that day this ward has been More human in its dens of sin. MASK AND DOMINO. LOVE IN OYSTER BAY. J AIN'T anybody in particular, And never cal'lated to be; I'm aware that my views doesn't signify Except to Belinda and me; JJiit I'm heavy on openin' oysters In regards to them I am free To remark, that for shcllin' of Blue Points, There is few that can lay over me. Excuse my perfessional blowin', It isn't the point I would make; But I'm feelin' particular airy An' uncommonly wide-awake; An' I've got to be talkin' about it, It won't lay quiet y' see, Which the name of tin- i^irl is Belinda That's took an affection for me. LOVE IN OYSTER BAY. It's surprising The fact is surprisin'! Just cast your eye over this frame Is there anything specially gallus, Which characterizes the same? As a model for makin' wax-figgers I shouldn't make much of a stir; But I ain't a goin' to worry, So long as I'm pleasin' to her. An impediment hinders my speakin' As I should admire to do; As an elocution professor My scholars would likely be few; But she said, when I mentioned it to her, "Why, dear, don't you fret, for you see, You tell me you love me, my darling, And your voice is like music to me." I was never indicted for intellect Nor never arrested for cheek, But I'm holdin' my head elevated Since Thursday night was a week; Fur that was the date when Belinda Allowed she was partial to me, And give me a relish fur livin' An' a notion of workin' fur she. 149 MASK AND DOMINO. She isn't egzackly a. beauty, And also she uses a crutch; But the eyes of that dear little cripple The heart of an oyster would touch; They is wonderful soft, and so lovin' A good-lookin' face on the whole, Fur the light in them eyes seems to travel Right out from a beautiful soul. If she had been lively and hearty I couldn't have helped her, y' see; An' similar, then, it ain't likely That she would uv took up with me. An' I wouldn't uv knowed her and loved her, So patient and gentle and sweet; An' i wish that the whole ov creation I could lay at her poor little feet. I was never so chirk an' galloptious, An' never before felt so spry; An' I've just took to noticin', lately, How amazin'ly blue is the sky; An' how gay is the stars in the night-time, A winkin' and glimmerin' down Good gracious! I come near forgettin' That barrel of oysters for Brown. X 5 WARDEN, KEEP A PLACE FOR ME. WARDEN, KEEP A PLACE FOR ME. pvISCHARGED again! Yes, I am free, -L^ But, Warden, keep a place for me; For freedom means that I must go Out in the wind and rain and snow, To fight with hunger, shame and cold, A woman gray and worn and old; To clothe myself in rags again, And seek some wretched, narrow den. And after that what must be done? Steal? Beg? Hard lines for any one. To work is easier. I would try , But there's no work for such as I. A fine thing, truly, to be free, But, Warden, keep a place for me, For I'll come back. It's seven years Since first I entered here in tears. "Drunk and disorderly" I came, And felt the burden and the shame, The prison taint, the outlaw's dread, MASK AND DOMINO. When first behind his hopeless tread The : ang to with dreadful sound rk prison walls close round. But when 1 went away, I said: If 1 can earn my daily bread Til work my fingers off before Til wear a convict's dress once more." ;id 1 meant it, too. Work? Is there work enough to do For those who spend their weary live--. Like toiling bees in busy hives, And >tarve at la>i ? When willing hands. That never broke the law's commands, Are idle by the thousands, how Can jail-birds keep a virtuous vow? No work, but all the same I found The time for meals would come around; No work, but time enough to think. And that's the easy road to drink. Who cared, who cares, that I was then "Drunk and disorderly" again? Who cares that ever with the be-t I was a woman like the rest? Who cares that one day in my life - a happy, joyor. None care, and I care less than tlu And curse the man and curse the cl WARDEN, KEEP A PLACE FOR ME. How did 1 know that he would be A drunken scoundrel, dragging me Down in the mire? Alas, the life He led me! Oh, the bitter strife 'Twixt love and hate! He went away And left me with my little May My little child! My little pearl! My pretty brown-eyed baby-girl! Bah that was only childhood's grace! She grew up with her father's fact, Her father's selfish, wicked heart; Grew up to take an evil part; Grew up to soil her mother's name, And cover it with double shame. But I've a little baby dress The one soft vein of tenderness That's run through all these hateful years I've wet it many a time with tears, And many a time at dead of night I've clasped it to my bosom tight. What for? Because it means for me A simple, sinless memory; Because it means there was a time When I, now gray with want and crime, Old jail-bird as I am to-day, Knew how to love and dared to pray. What did I do? How could I know That things would go against me so? 153 MASK AND DOMINO. How could I help it? Did I plan The fate that bound me to that man? The hard, blind fate that dragged me down Amon^ the wretches of the town? That snatched away all hope, all chance, And twisted every circumstance Against me, till at last I stood Stripped of my very womanhood? I could not dare to stop and think Was it my fault I took to drink? No, I'm not fit for liberty; It ain't a wholesome thing for me; The jail takes care of me too well. Better to be locked in a cell, Where all is clean, and sleep is sweet, Than roam the misery-haunted street; Better the work they give us here Than what awaits me when I'm clear; Better the silence we must keep Than drunken cries and curses deep; Better the dull days free from pain Than shattered nerves and throbbing brain; Better the quiet, sober life Than yonder city's desperate strife; Better the prison's homely fare, Better the prison's watchful care, Better for me than liberty So, Warden, keep a place for me. 154 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY Return to desk from which borrowed. This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. LD 21-100m-9,'47(A5702sl6)476 M19188G THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY