Yours truly, 
 
 J. S. EMMERT.

 
 SIONILL! 
 
 THE 
 
 LAND OF PERPETUAL YOUTH 
 
 A Romance in Rythmic Verse 
 
 BY 
 
 J. S. EMMERY 
 
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 Copyright 1904 
 
 BY 
 J. S. EMMERT. 
 
 KABLE BROS. & RITTENHOUSE COMPANY 
 
 Printers 
 Mount Morris, Illinois
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 POETRY, WORD-PICTURES. To write a poem is to paint word- 
 pictures of events and scenes that transpire or have been presented 
 to the vision of the mind's eye, so it may be seen like a panorama of 
 pictrres; and to write a romance in rhythmic verse, unwinding the 
 thread of the story so that it may be thus viewed by the artistic mind 
 of the reader, the author is in the position of an artist who would go 
 on a journey with a determination to paint pictures of every portion 
 of his trip. He would meet with the grand and beautiful, and, at 
 times, the majestic and sublime. Pictures of such scenes he could 
 paint to touch the artist-soul and cause it to exclaim in admiration : 
 It is perfect ! But more often would his route lead through country 
 with landscape so unvaried and monotonous that his brush would 
 fail to arouse interest. It is thus with the author's pen, in trying to 
 reduce all the elements that enter into a romance of life, so that it 
 will pass, like a panorama o|f pictures, before the mental gaze of the 
 reader. He often finds it hard to paint word-pictures from dry com- 
 mon sense, and the best he can do is to beg the reader's pardon in 
 advance, if portions of his manuscript becomes dull and tedious. 
 
 The author's aim is to be original, and not draw upon the 
 thoughts of others, by simply presenting them in different words. 
 Instead of borrowing thought, he has endeavored to present new 
 subjects for thought, and, in doing so, if he has wandered from the 
 beaten paths of logic, his apology is, he followed where untrammeled 
 thought lead the way. It may only be a hobby, after all 
 
 Everybody has a hobby, and this is the rule: 
 
 He, who has the grandest hobby, seems the greatest fool. 
 
 Be this as it may, the following is submitted for what it is worth. 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 The Whirling Seas Father and Daughter Awaking from Love's 
 Dream Out into the Sea The Phantom Dove. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 Tradition The Fountain An Indian Village The Great Chief O- 
 gal-loo The Red Man's Hunting Ground The Voice of Manitou 
 Prophesy Fate of the Red Man The Storm Fiend A Tornado Fall 
 of the Monarchs The Thunder God The Hunting Ground Sank in the 
 Deep Finger of Destiny Symbol of Manitou. 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 In Florida Chums Roy and John Dreams of Home A Christ- 
 mas Feast -Bright Spot in the Fountain The Casket -An Awful 
 Shock A Problem to Explain Metaphysics The Prize Regained In 
 Doubt It might be an Infernal Machine A Point Well Taken Did the 
 Old Thing Kick Oh I'm Killed The Cover Unrolled Such Engraving 
 You Never Did See The Emblem of the Land The Casket Opened 
 Dead or in a Trance Phchycomesy Balls A Panorama of Pictures 
 The Gem of Beauty Said. 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 At This Time the Story Begins Rumors of the Fountain of Youth 
 Traditions of the Red Man Alfonso Lady Isabella Birth of Sionilli 
 A Strange Bequest A Most Sacred Trust 'Twas an Angel that smiled 
 Death of Lady Isabella Sionilli's Birth Day -Trouble -Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Alfonso My Mate There's One Who Would Make Thee His Wife- 
 It Never Shall Be Your Destiny Was Waiting My Will You Must 
 Obey Fonso Given Two Years to Find the Fountain of Youth One 
 Hope Remains The Last Adieu A Pure White Dove Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 Parting The Anchor Weighed On Billows Blue Farewell Be 
 calmed -Storm A Gallant Fight A Master Hand at the W'heel The 
 Storm Fiend Subdued In the New World Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 Alfonso Starts Alone to Seek the Fountain Captive with the Red 
 Man A powder Trick Great Manitou The Fountain of Youth The 
 Indian Village An Old Chief The Wizzard Weighing the Mystery- 
 An Eagle Flying High The Chief Dumfounded -The Red Man's Tradi- 
 tion Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 On the Fountain Eclipse of the Moon The Water Recedes Into 
 Earth Drifting into Night Spirit of Nilli's Mother Passing Through 
 Earth's Crust With a Stone for Altar Ad Interum.
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 Down In a Deep Cavern Confined A Collosal Tree Alfonso 
 Dreams Knock and It Will Open Unto Thee A Dwelling in the Tree 
 The Way Out Starts With the Pack and Gun Upon the Mountain 
 Crest A Wonderful View The Inner Land From the Fountain to the 
 Sea The Dwelling Place of Man Rules the Master O'er the Slave The 
 Serpent's Charm A Victim Hypnotized Not Your Child But the 
 Horrid Reptile Dies Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 The Accident A Grateful Mother The Master and the Slave 
 Right Earnestly Did She Discuss With Me The Slave's Superstition 
 The Demon of the Night Alfonso's Recovery Worship Across the 
 Inland Sea A Swift Voyage The Monument All are Free and Equal 
 Born Only Slaves After All The Sons of Patriot Sires Their Birth- 
 right Parcelled to the Few A New Acquaintance The Brotherhood 
 of Man An Invitation A Journey A Mighty River The Waterfall 
 Bow of Peace Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 Rolling Fields of Golden Grain In This Land There Is Nought to 
 Pay A Son of the Commonwealth Ties of Home and Hearth Was 
 It but Luck The Home of the Free and the Home of the Slave Op- 
 posite Sides of the Stream Two Rules of Life Upon the River The 
 Rich and Poor in Strife Lecture Halls, Churches, Operas and Schools 
 The Home of My Friend A Kindly Greeting The Hermit's Cave 
 She is Captive With the Noti Once More That Voice The Great 
 Hypnotic Scholar The Mystery Deepens He did not wait for My 
 Reply A Message From Sionilli The Noti Battle of Armagedon The 
 Banquet Hall A Noble Feast Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 Hypnodeus A Casket Cast Up By the Sea A Downy Bed An 
 Army Marching lam Ad Interum. 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 In My Trundle Bed With Axe and Spear They March This Way- 
 He Led the Way Out Through the Cave lam's Subjects Subjects of 
 the Noti The All in All 'Tis Wonderful The Halt Alfonso's Gun 
 The Hawk A Messenger Dove A Message to Sionilli The Unknown 
 Force A Camp in the Glen Introduction The Puma Lion Alfonso 
 Kills the Lion The Noti's Stronghold Fonso's Vision The War of 
 Wills Roar of Fonso's Gun Alfonso Slays the Noti Victory Ad In- 
 terum. 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 The Bottomless Pit The Demon Slave Rescue of Sionilli A 
 Divine Presence Fate of the Demon Tam Regains His Youth Adam 
 and Eve Father Time The River Styx Alfonso is Young Again 
 The Land of Perpetual Youth To Dwell in Youth Forever More. 
 
 EPOLOGUE. 
 
 Roy Thinks He is Drowning Only Dreaming Roy is Anxious 
 Homeward Bound Song of the Journey Roy Feels Sad and a Little 
 Mad 'Tis This and This The Happy Day Friends Began to Gather 
 The Wedding Day That's All.
 
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 In Her Arms Nestled a Pure White Dove. 13 
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 The Whirling Seas Father and Daughter Awaking from Love's 
 Dream Out into the Sea The Phantom Dove. 
 
 THE PHANTOM DOVE. 
 
 A ship sailed near the Maelstrom's whirling seas, 
 
 The full moon shone bright in the dome above, 
 On the deck an old man reclined at his ease, 
 By his side sat a maid in the evening breeze, 
 In her arms there nestled a pure white dove ; 
 
 But sad was the maiden, for in dismay. 
 
 From her dreams of true love did awake, 
 When her father, in his anger, to her did say : 
 Two years have now passed, we'll no longer delay 
 
 Your marriage, for Alfonso's sake. 
 
 Xo, father, she said, Alfonso's my mate, 
 
 And all pledges to him, will I keep. 
 If Alfonso lives not, then his spirit doth wait; 
 Before I would wed, I will go to it, straight 
 
 Down, down through those waves, in the deep !
 
 14 Then She Sank to a Watery Grave. 
 
 She sprang from the ship, out into the sea 
 
 So quickly, no hand could save. 
 Alfonso ! she cried, I am coming to thee ! 
 No other one's mate shall they force me to be, 
 
 Then she sank to a watery grave. 
 
 Long, long, the white dove for its mistress sought, 
 
 And with such plaintive soft moan did weep. 
 Where its mistress went down, just over the spot, 
 It called, and called, but she answered not, 
 Then exhausted, it fell in the deep. 
 
 Now, oft from the vessels's deck at night, 
 The sailor will say, with mien so grave : 
 
 At the evening hour, when the moon shines bright, 
 
 A pure white dove, by its misty light, 
 May be seen o'er the Maelstrom's wave.
 
 Is Not Ten Feet Down There. 15 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 Tradition The Fountain An Indian Village The Great Chief O- 
 gal-loo The Red Man's Hunting Ground 'i he Voice of Manitou 
 Prophesy Fate of the Red Man The Storm Fiend A Tornado Fall 
 of the Monarchs The Thunder God The Hunting Ground Sank in the 
 Deep Finger of Destiny Symbol of Manitou. 
 
 TRADITION. 
 
 One of the traditions of the American Indian, who lived on the 
 shores of the Gulf of Mexico, about the time of its discovery by the 
 white man, is, where now waves its waters, was once the red man's 
 hunting ground. That many years before, the Great Spirit, Manitou, 
 talked with the wise and venerable Chief O-gal-loo, and foretold, to 
 him, a great storm that would sink the hunting .grounds beneath the 
 waves, leaving a narrow strip of land, extending far out in the waters, 
 as a symbol of a greater tide that would overflow, andl sweep the red 
 man from all the land. The terrible storm came as foretold, and left 
 only the peninsula, now called Florida, pointing in the direction of 
 Santa Dominigo where Columbus landed. 
 
 THiE FOUNTAIN. 
 
 Down in sunny Florida, near the Everglade, 
 Flows a wondrous fountain, the grandest ever made ; 
 Out from mother earth, in volumes vast and clear, 
 Sparkling as the dew-drop, pure as affection's tear. 
 
 This wondrous fountain flows a stream so very deep and wide 
 That an excursion boat will ride, with ease, upon its tide; 
 Ladened with a human throng, whose many hundred eyes 
 Look down its pearly depth, with wonder and surprise, 
 When sounding lead and line tell them, it is really so, 
 That shiny, pebbly bottom lies full sixty feet below. 
 This crystal flood so clear and pure, seems like ethereal air 
 What ! it is sixty feet you say ? It's not ten feet down there.
 
 16 Hear the J'oicc of Manitou 
 
 THE INDIAN VILLAGE. 
 
 Around this fovntain many years ago, 
 
 Ere the white man met the red ; 
 Before the white man welcomed here his foe, 
 
 So their old traditions said : 
 An Indian village, many thousand souls 
 
 Drank this water, pure as dew. 
 Enjoying life as time around them rolls, 
 
 Ruled by mighty ( )-gal-loo. 
 
 This chief had lived three fold the human age, 
 
 Thrice youth, thrice age was his day : 
 The fountain of youth did his thirst assuage. 
 
 And his hath was in its spray- 
 To lead his people in the proper way, 
 
 This old sage in wisdom grew, 
 Seeking to learn what store in future lay. 
 
 From the voice of Manitou. 
 
 He lived while many generations died ; 
 
 Tiire waited for his soul 
 He called his only scion to his side. 
 
 His descendant, Osceole ; 
 He told him of the days long passed and gone, 
 
 Of this land so water-bound, 
 That to the setting sun, where -waves roll on. 
 
 Was the red man's hunting ground ; 
 
 And of the mighty river, running through 
 
 The deep channel that it made, 
 Until its muddy waters met the blue, 
 
 Where now is the Everglade ; 
 And as his thoughts went backward to that day, 
 
 His voice more strongly grew : 
 Mark well, my child ; remember what I say 
 
 Hear the voice of Manitou!
 
 The Red Man 'Will Cease to Be. 
 
 FATE OF THE RED MAN. 
 
 The red man's day will pass away, 
 
 His time will soon be o'er; 
 From rising sun his fate will come, 
 
 But few more moons will pass before, 
 When other braves, like tidal waves 
 
 Rolling inward from the 'sea. 
 Will overbotmd the hunting ground 
 
 The red man will cease 'to be. 
 
 Your days will pass, your youth renew, 
 
 Your children's children live ; 
 Obey the voice of Manitou, 
 
 A symbol of fate will give. 
 Send runners out, the swiftest found. 
 
 Call in the hunting braves ; 
 When two moons pass, the hunting ground 
 
 Will sink beneath the waves. 
 
 You will live on, your time will be, 
 
 Now your scion, Osceole ; 
 Then his descendant, Kissamee, 
 
 And last of all, the Serninole. 
 The miners hastened to the hunting ground, 
 
 And to each this message gave : 
 There's danger here ! Flee to the sacred mound, 
 
 High above the rolling wave !
 
 i8 Foretells the Great Storm Will Fall. 
 
 THE STORM. 
 
 Two moons had now passed, and the time was near, 
 
 When the terrible storm would break : 
 The sun shone bright, and the blue sky was clear ; 
 
 Not a ripple the breeze would make. 
 But hark ! A sound comes from the briny deep 
 
 That the wise men cannot explain 
 Like a doleful cry of those who do weep 
 
 When they feel their weeping is vain ; 
 Striking to terror, the hearts of the brave, 
 
 And causing all nature to pall, 
 For the sound that comes o'er the water's wave, 
 
 Foretells the great storm will fall. 
 
 Ere the setting, sun the waves did kiss, 
 
 The grey wolf hid deep in its lair; 
 The sly red fox its cunning did miss, 
 The rattling snake forgot to hiss, 
 
 And the storm-bird screamed out in dispair ; 
 For the great storm-fiend had sundered its chain, 
 
 And in fury the waves it tore ; 
 It blew storm-clouds far over the main. 
 Great rain-bags it filled to deluge the plain. 
 
 And with mountainous waves swept the shore. 
 
 The horizon, now, grew dark with its breath. 
 
 The tornado rushed on with great roar. 
 Over the grove, the hummock and heath, 
 A besom of dire destruction and death, 
 
 On, on through the forest it tore. 
 The mightiest trees withstood not the strain. 
 
 Though anchored with roots all around ; 
 These monarchs of time resisted in vain, 
 They lost a limb, again and again. 
 
 Then, prostrate, they fell to the ground.
 
 The Smybvl of Manitou. 19 
 
 The Thunder God (whom the thunder bolts hath) 
 
 The storm-fiend aroused, in its ire, 
 With rumbling roar, rolled by in great wrath, 
 Casting thunderbolts, bright, all along its path, 
 
 Which set the great dome on fire. 
 Then did Manitou the storm-fiend subdue, 
 
 And bound it once more with a chain ; 
 The storm clouds passed on, the sky became blue, 
 And high in the dome, the moon that was new, 
 
 Smiled down on the woods and the plain. 
 
 The braves that went out, ere the day had begun, 
 
 While nature yet soundly did sleep, 
 Returned ere the Day God its course had run, 
 And told of the harm the storm-fiend had done, 
 
 How the hunting ground sank in the deep, 
 Leaving a strip of the red man's estate, 
 
 Extending far out in the blue, 
 A finger of destiny pointing straight, 
 The way from whence comes the red man's fate 
 
 The symbol of Manitou.
 
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 Down in Florida. 21 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 In Florida Chums Roy and John Dreams of Home A Christ- 
 mas Feast Bright Spot in the Fountain The Casket -An Awful 
 Shock A Problem to Explain Metaphysics The Prize Regained In 
 Doubt It might be an Infernal Machine--A Point Well Taken Did the 
 Old Thing Kick Oh I'm Killed The Cover Unrolled Such Engraving 
 You Never Did See The Emblem of the Land The Casket Opened 
 Dead or in a Trance Phchycomsey Balls A Panorama of Pictures 
 The Gem of Beauty Said. 
 
 IN FLORIDA. 
 
 'Twas on a pleasant Christmas morn, just after breakfast time; 
 When two young men with dog and gun, with rod and fishing line, 
 Bent on an hour of sport, before the sun too warm would shine, 
 Down in the southern semi-tropic clime 
 
 Of Florida. 
 
 They came, from their New England home, among the snow clad hills, 
 Away from snow and blizzard, away from winter's chills, 
 Away from noise and clatter of the factories and mills, 
 To hunt and fish, and pay the hotel bills 
 
 In Florida. 
 
 Through the palmetto shrub to where the palm and cypress loomed, 
 They strolled beneath the grand live-oak, with Spanish moss festooned. 
 Along their path the sweet bay tree and magnolia bloomed 
 With blossoms, whose sweet scent, the air perfumed 
 
 In Florida. 
 
 They strayed among the hummocks, where blue heron's eggs are laid. 
 And in the shallow waters, there, they saw the white cranes wade; 
 And the beauteous scarlet ibes, its plumage there displayed, 
 They heard the singing birds of every grade 
 
 In Florida.
 
 22 As Young Folks Often Do. 
 
 They wandered to the fountain's shore, where they espied a boat ; 
 They loosed it from its anchor and did on the waters float 
 Floating there, then silent dreaming did the thought promote, 
 There's no pleasure spot, like their home, (remote) 
 
 In Florida. 
 
 CHUMS. 
 
 Through all their lives these two young men were companions, boon ; 
 Together would they set their traps for cotton-tails or coon ; 
 Together would they hunt for nuts, and in the spoils would share. 
 Where one was found, it was well known, the other would be there. 
 They both went to the village school and side by side they sat ; 
 Their suits were made to correspond, they wore the same style hat : 
 From the same book their lessons learned, together solved the sum, 
 Upon the play ground 'twas the same, those two young men did chum. 
 
 Together through the college went, 'twas on same day and date, 
 
 With equal honors in their class, they both did graduate. 
 
 At the same house they made their calls, two sisters there to see 
 
 These two young men now broke the rules and once did disagree, 
 
 For each did think the other maid the fairer of the two, 
 
 And plighted then, to each, their troth, as young folks often do. 
 
 To be with the other did each take delight, 
 
 And in all things did they a^ree : 
 But their natures did differ, as day does from night. 
 
 Just as different as natures could be. 
 Roy Flemming was always impulsive and quick. 
 
 With him to think was to do : 
 John Burton, more deep, if his ideas did stick. 
 
 His conclusions were sure to be true. 
 
 One day while in their boat they sat, the southern sun shone hot 
 While dozing there, their dreams went to their northern home ; 
 
 Then said John, what of your dreams? A penny for every thought. 
 Too cheap, said Roy, but I will tell them to you as they come.
 
 And We Around the Table Sat. 23 
 
 DREAMS OF HOME. 
 
 While floating on the fountain clear, this bright warm Christmas day, 
 Dreams of our ice and snow clad home did call my thoughts away ; 
 Thoughts of the dear old fire-place, with andirons I right as gold, 
 Piled high with burning hickory logs, whose heat drove out the cold. 
 I dreamed of coming to my home, and in that happy place, 
 Received my father's welcome clasp and mother's warm embrace; 
 My sister's dear affection kiss and brother's jolly stare, 
 The kindly smile of aged grandma, from cut the rocking chair. 
 Invited to the Christmas feast, the neighbor ;friends were there, 
 And we around the table sat, to such a bill of fare: 
 
 Brown roast turkey, oyster dressing, with a taste of sage; 
 Cranberry-sauce with acid flavor, loved by youth and age. 
 Richest gravy, mashed potatoes, baked a coat of brown, 
 With a recess filled with butter, slowly dripping down. 
 
 Sweet potatoes, golden yellow, from the sunny south, 
 And the celery so crispy, its flavor in the mouth ; 
 Now the mallard, fat and juicy, just from off the bay, 
 And the chicken salad, lovely, made in mother's way. 
 
 Comes the cabbage cut so finely in a whip of cream, 
 With the pickles and the olives, all seemed like a dream. 
 Now we all got down to business, not a word was said, 
 Till somebody broke the silence, praising mother's bread. 
 
 Then the dessert set before us, such delicious store; 
 Sweet fruit salads, oh, so tempting, dare we eat some more? 
 Grandma's cookies, cakes and ices, mince and pumpkin-pie 
 With plum-pudding in its dressing, none can pass them by; 
 Tea and coffee, whose aroma sweetly scents the air ; 
 Sweetest milk just from the dairy, nothing stronger there.
 
 24 So Brightly Shining on the Bottom There. 
 
 THE CASKET. 
 
 Enough, said John, pray say no more of this to me. 
 
 Your feast has made me hungry as a bear ; 
 Wake from you musings and tell me what you see 
 
 So brightly shining on the bottom there. 
 
 I cannot make it out, I've tried in every way. 
 
 It's not a bright tin can, that very sure. 
 For tin would rust, its luster would not stay 
 
 In water, thovgh the purest of the pure. 
 
 While you was dreaming of the cold and rigid North, 
 My thoughts went deep into this fountain clear; 
 
 But all my ponderihgs would bring no thoughts of worth 
 To help me solve the glittering problem here. 
 
 Now that's just like you, said Roy, you have a funny way, 
 To skin the hare before 'tis caught (if 'twill only stay) 
 Your reasoning, it seems to me, a quite uncertain habit. 
 For while you think, somebody else is sure to catch the rabbit. 
 
 I'm sure I have a better way, to think is bvt to do, 
 
 Lets on the botton drop that hook and bring the thing to view. 
 
 No sooner said than done, when Roy, in his impulsive way. 
 
 Siezed hook and line and soon the hook did o'er tl*e bright spot play, 
 
 Right to the mark, so true his aim, so perfect was the cast, 
 T"st on the object it did fall, the pointed hook carght fast. 
 They drew the object to the boat we've got the sucker tight, 
 Said Roy, we'll now proceed to see what object shines so bright.
 
 Did the Old Thing Kick? 25 
 
 Your way of analyzing things, and not to impulse trust, 
 Too slow would be, for metals, bright, would fade away with rust. 
 But now we have the thing in hand for thovght and cogitation. 
 We'll reach results and can report the present generation 
 
 What have we caught? I'd like to know, what dees the thing contain? 
 Of what stuff is the wrapper made? I wish you could explain. 
 It's bound about with metal wires ! 'Tis silver true as life. 
 How shall we open up the thing? I'll cut it with my knife. 
 
 No, don't destroy the cover, Roy, for never did we see ( 
 
 A combination of such nature as this appears to be ; 
 And those silvered wires tell us there is surely value there, 
 You had better let me have it, I will open it with care. 
 
 As luck would have it, Roy took hold the cover with his hand, 
 But John who never was so lucky, grasped it by the metal top ; 
 Then with agonizing cry of pain (Roy could not understand) 
 John cast the package from him, and on the bottom did it drop. 
 
 What is the matter now, said Roy, did the old thing kick? 
 You turned so pale, it seemed to me, it made you pretty sick ; 
 Or really now, have you gone daft about this little find? 
 Some cannot stand prosperity, it does upset the mind. 
 
 Crazy ! well ! If you had touched it where I did, 
 You would have thought the world insane ; 
 
 The very second that I touched that lid, 
 I received a terrible shock and strain 
 That caused my nerves to quiver with pain, 
 And since the universe began to rain 
 Its meteor showers on this sphere, (mundane), 
 All the astronomers have sought in vain, 
 For the number of stars I saw so plain.
 
 26 A Rule That Is Good to Apply. 
 
 You may think your impulsive way the best; 
 
 But hereafter, before I touch, 
 I will give to the thing a perfect test 
 
 To see if 'twill hurt me very much. 
 Why ! that thing was loaded with all the bolts 
 
 That Great Jove could have held in store 
 A battery charged with millions of volts 
 
 Would not have shocked me any more. 
 
 Well ! said Roy, now that your story is done, 
 
 I must admit 'twas very shocking; 
 And for exaggeration, the spurs you have won, 
 
 Together with both the boots and stocking. 
 But there lies the thing, way down on the ground, 
 
 While for it we are fishing, again, 
 A question to you I would like to propound, 
 
 A problem for you to explain. 
 
 I know you are a considerate one, 
 
 A great deal more careful than I ; 
 But how does it happen when damage is done, 
 
 The harm always passes me by? 
 If trouble does come, you share more than half ; 
 
 It is you that gets mangled and torn 
 So often would I have occasion to laugh 
 
 If results had not caused you to mourn. 
 
 Superstitions, I am not, but I do often find 
 
 A rule that is good to apply: 
 The first thought that comes to enter the mind, 
 
 Is the one we alwavs should try.
 
 Instinct They Call It In Animal K\nd. 27 
 
 Instinct they call it in animal kind, 
 
 For want of an appropriate name; 
 But it may be thought of a superior mind, 
 
 Before they can alter the same. 
 If a higher power our mind can impress 
 And is not by our own disarranged, 
 It would lead to perfection and greater success, 
 If accepted before garbled or changed. 
 
 Bravo ! Metaphysics ! It does seem to me 
 There must be something in that can, 
 
 For who would think Roy Flemming could be 
 Such a moralizing young man. 
 
 What you have said is possibly true ; 
 
 For let me to plan as I will, 
 When circumstances bring fun to you 
 
 It leaves me to settle the bill. 
 The account, in full, I'm settling now, 
 
 With aching of muscle and nerve ; 
 When that machine did into me plow, 
 
 It made me quite sick, as you did observe. 
 
 I hope that it's nothing serious, said Roy. 
 
 Oh, don't be alarmed, said John. 
 If the pain at first did greatly annoy, 
 
 It now grows less and is almost gone. 
 But the pain at first was awful severe, 
 
 Every nerve it did seem to touch ; 
 Every muscle was drawn and did appear 
 
 As if held in a vice's clutch.
 
 28 Some Kind of Infernal Machine. 
 
 While they did discuss the moral question, 
 Brought about by Roy's suggestion, 
 
 To regain the parcel, Roy once more tries. 
 The fishing tackle, once more he took, 
 To the package, he made fast his hook, 
 
 And again succeeded in landing his prize. 
 
 Said John, let us this inquiry adjourn 
 
 Till we reach our room in the hotel ; 
 While there, at our leisure, we then can learn 
 
 About this treasure that to us fell. 
 Later events which in that room transpired, 
 
 Put it beyond all doubt or question, 
 That if these words were not all inspired, 
 
 There was great wisdom in the suggestion. 
 
 When they, to their room, adjourned, Roy said : 
 Now that we have this thing so safely in hand, 
 
 I have a bump, somewhere in my head, 
 
 Of curiosity so deeply bred, 
 
 That really, at once, it must be fed, 
 
 For my patience no longer delay will stand : 
 
 So let us proceed, with no more delay. 
 
 To learn what this messenger has to say. 
 
 But hold ! said John, suppose that thing might be 
 
 Some kind of infernal machine, 
 Constrrcted to blow up a vessel at sea ; 
 
 What do you think the landlord would say, 
 If by acting so careless and dumb, 
 
 We should blow his buildings away 
 And send us all to Kingdom come 
 
 Don't you think 'twould be rather mean?
 
 / Would Not Trust It Much. 29 
 
 In such an event the papers world say : 
 
 Two more anarchists blown away ! 
 Such glory and honor that we would reap, 
 A verdict that would destroy my sleep, 
 And make my whole anatomy creep 
 
 Say Roy, is not my hair now turning grey ? 
 
 If I was called on to give advice, 
 
 It would be, wait until we go home, 
 Submit to a chemist, whose bones are twice 
 
 Less valuable, to us, than our own. 
 The evidence I already have had 
 
 About that concern, seems to me, such 
 As to make its reputation so bad 
 
 That I would rather not trust it much. 
 
 And if distruction you will on us bring, 
 
 I hope you will excuse me if I will sav : 
 A breath of fresh air will improve the state 
 Of my general health, at the present date ; 
 If you have decided that you will not wait, 
 
 And no matter how much there is to pay, 
 
 You are determined to open that thing, 
 
 I would rather stand further away. 
 
 Shoot it! said Roy, there is nothing to fear! 
 
 So / thought when in the boat, said John, 
 We so often find things, not like they appear ; 
 
 They can't be always depended upon. 
 When with confidence I grasped that thing in hand, 
 
 Then I thought there was nothing to fear. 
 The truth of this statement I now understand, 
 
 Though this shocking knowledge did cost ire so dear.
 
 30 Xow What Would the People All Say? 
 
 You know we came here for health and for sport, 
 
 To fish, to hunt and to play ; 
 They treated us well, since the day we came, 
 And you know this place has now a good name, 
 And if anything happens, we'll be to blame 
 
 Xow what would the people all say 
 About this place as a winter resort, 
 
 Should that thing explode and blow it away. 
 
 Now John, you need not fear 
 Another blow ; 
 
 Your experience was quite severe. 
 That is so ; 
 
 It has put us on our guard, 
 
 So don't you be alarmed, 
 
 To be forewarned is forearmed, 
 Don't you know? 
 
 I would rather you would wait 
 
 And see it through ; 
 
 But that the danger is so great, 
 
 You think is true, 
 
 Then the walk you'd better take 
 
 Just for your dear health's sake. 
 
 But pray keep wide awake, 
 If you do. 
 
 For if that thing it should explode, 
 
 You can tell 
 To all inquiring friends, 
 
 What befell 
 
 Their over-impulsive Roy, 
 \Yho fooled with a strange toy, 
 And naught was left of their boy, 
 But his yell.
 
 / Never Shrank From Danger With You. 31 
 
 But casting all our jokes aside, about that mysterious toy, 
 To wait till we go home, would upset my mental equipois. 
 I would see it in my dreams, almost every night ; 
 And sometimes in sleep I walk, then by chance, I might 
 That mysterious thing explode, you must allow ; 
 Therefore, I think 'tis better that we risk it now. 
 
 I have never shrank from danger with you, 
 
 And if you are determined to risk it, Roy, 
 You can count on me, I am with you, too, 
 
 For better, for worse, for sorrow or joy. 
 But before we attack that infernal machine, 
 
 To guard against any mistakes or surprise, 
 The outside portion, the part we have seen, 
 
 Would be better, at first, to analyze. 
 
 First, what material is in the cover? 
 
 It is impervious to wet and exceedingly light ; 
 It cannot be cork, nor can it be rubber ; 
 
 Say a mixture of both and I think we'll be right. 
 'Tis protected from damp, at the same time will float. 
 
 The object of this, to me, is quite plain : 
 'Tis to swim on the water till it passes a boat, 
 
 Be seen by some one and picked up again. 
 
 Well ! if that is the case, how came the thing here ? 
 
 I know that things lighter than water will swim ; 
 But tell me this, John, for I can't see it clear, 
 
 How do they cause things to float up the stream. 
 Due credence I will give to all you have said, 
 
 But in this I cannot with you agree ; 
 For how it could float to the fountain head, 
 
 Is what I am now unable to see.
 
 32 The Plot Grows Deeper. 
 
 Your point is well taken, and it is of worth. 
 
 This fountain is at the head of the stream ; 
 
 From no place could it float, but out of the earth, 
 
 And more strange does this mystery seem. 
 The plot grows deeper, the more that we find, 
 
 Till curiosity is beyond control ; 
 Therefore let us proceed to quiet the mind, 
 
 And at once this cover unroll. 
 
 How will we proceed to remove the wires ? 
 
 They seem to be bound about pretty tight. 
 If we had a pair of sharp nipping pliers, 
 
 'Twould be just, the thing to remove them, right. 
 Oh, hold a moment, don't be in a flutter. 
 For I have just the thing, a wire cutter! 
 Take hold of the thing and I will, pretty quick 
 Hullo there! w r hat is wrong? Did the old thing kick? 
 
 Roy received the package, and at once he flopped 
 Backward on the bed, and the thing he dropped. 
 He screamed with all his might, and the room he filled 
 With his moans, as he cried: I'm killed! Oh, I'm killed! 
 Oh, did the old thing kick ? said he, you bet it did ! 
 
 And I assure you it was no gentle blow ! 
 I took so much care not to touch that lid, 
 
 Xow where did it come from? I'd like to know. 
 
 Your hand, in contact with the wires you did bring. 
 
 Said John. I am now up to its trick: 
 There's a storage battery, somewhere in that thing. 
 
 That makes it so viciously kick.
 
 Such Engraving You Never Did See! 33 
 
 Cork to make it float, rubber to keep it dry, 
 With a battery on it to play, 
 If an obstruction is in the way, 
 It will neither lodge or stay ; 
 
 But will pass it by. 
 
 The battery is used to ,force it away, 
 
 That it may not lodge on the rocks or land ; 
 The shocks we received, were the tips we pay 
 
 For speedily bringing the package to hand. 
 Now, here are the cutters, and they will unlock 
 All of the secrets that thing has in stock ; 
 The pliers John used as these words were spoken, 
 The wires were cut and the current was broken. 
 
 When the cover unrolled, it brought into view 
 
 A beautiful cylinder, bright and new, 
 
 Twelve inches long and two and a half through. 
 
 It is not solid, said John, you can tell by the sound, 
 And having a lid, the conclusion must follow, 
 There is something to cover, therefore it is hollow, 
 
 And a contents inside will surely be found. 
 
 If a contents there be, as this seems to show, 
 Just what it contains we'll very soon know 
 
 Oh, look ! Such engraving you never did see ! 
 
 This enchasing is as perfect as perfect can be ! 
 Those children, pursuing the bright butterfly, 
 Just from its cocoon, that is hanging close by 
 
 The butterfly chasing, not thinking of harm, 
 
 The dear little cupids just from mother's arm.
 
 34 Can Anything Be More Perfect Than This? 
 
 In the morning so early, it does seem to be : 
 
 For mountain tops shine with its first waking kiss, 
 As its rosy smile dimples the wavelets at sea ; 
 
 Oh ! can anything be more perfect than this ? 
 See! that sweet little fountain and the tiny rill, 
 Where those lambkins, so thirsty, are drinking their fill- 
 Most surely, this engraving portrays with great truth, 
 A type of perfection, the emblem of youth. 
 
 And what are the words engraved in this scroll ? 
 Oh, 'tis Latin, and we can its meaning unroll ; 
 To translate, to know, and then to explain, 
 Our school-day labors were not all in vain. 
 I have not forgotten, but readily can read 
 
 Then proceed, said Roy, with no further delay, 
 For I am becoming quite anxious, indeed, 
 
 To have you explain what that writing does say. 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 The bright and rosy morning, beautiful display ; 
 O'er the hill-tops shining, smiles the first bright ray ; 
 Waking up the lambkins and the mother sheep. 
 Arousing slumbering nature from a night of sleep 
 Glistening in the fountain, sparkling on the sea ; 
 Birth of the new day ; All hail ! We welcome thee. 
 
 Youth ! to say 'tis perfect youth would put it mild ; 
 So* true to life, I almost feel I am a part 
 Of the picture. This perfect gem of art 
 
 Recalls my youth, and makes me feel again a child.
 
 We Hare Made a Wonderful Find. 35 
 
 Now, while John the engraving did admire, 
 
 Roy sat and gazed as if bound with a spell ; 
 For never before did a thing transpire 
 
 That caused him to think and ponder so well. 
 But at last Roy awoke, to realize ; 
 
 All that John said, it now came to his mind : 
 Exclaiming, he said, can I trust my own eyes ! 
 
 Say, John, we have made a wonderful find ! 
 
 You are right, said John, let us learn what it is 
 
 I see this lid comes off with a screw ; 
 It is now coming off, and I'm sure that this 
 
 Will explain, very soon, the mystery to you. 
 As John unscrewed the lid, an object smoothe and round. 
 
 Apparently a pearl, rolled out upon the bed. 
 Oh see that pearl ! said Roy, the largest ever found ! 
 
 He picked it up, then fell back in a trance, or dead. 
 
 THE PSCHYCOMESY BALL. 
 
 One wonder ceases not till another one is here ! 
 
 What mystery of mysteries is this? cried John. 
 Oh ! Roy ! has this shock been more than you could bear ? 
 
 I will surely lose my wits if this thing keeps on ! 
 Bring paper, pen and ink and my words indict 
 
 John seized a tablet hanging nearby on the wall- 
 Roy now grasped the object, in his hand very tight. 
 
 And, said he, this is called a pschycomesy ball. 
 Its province is to store the thoughts of the one 
 
 \Vho may be the first to grasp it in hand, * 
 And then, if 'tis held by some one later on, 
 
 He will talk so a third will understand.
 
 36 To a Land of Youth Inside of the Eaith. 
 
 This casket, guard it well, if you'd know the truth, 
 As it contains a number of these balls, 
 Giving a full account of all that befalls 
 
 Your psychometer in search of the fountain of youth, 
 
 Passing through varied scenes of sorrow and mirth, 
 
 To a land of youth inside of the earth. 
 
 The casket is of metal that will not corrode, 
 
 Of specific gravity, exceedingly light; 
 This metal was used, as 'twill lightly float, 
 
 And will not rust, but always be bright. 
 As gravity, inside the earth, would be 
 
 Considerable less than out at its brink, 
 By careful computing, it is hoped that we 
 
 Can adjust it to float to the surface, then sink. 
 
 The cover, from bark and the sap of a tree, 
 
 On the water will float, from dampness free 
 
 A charge of electricity will in it be found 
 
 To keep it going when on voyage 'tis bound. 
 
 With hope it will journey safe through the earth's shell, 
 
 This message is sent, our story to tell. 
 
 To hear these words spoken in your own dialect, 
 
 No doubt it will be to you a surprise, 
 As 'tis spoken in language, in every respect 
 
 So different, it seems hard to realize. 
 
 The reason is plain, not hard to understand 
 
 It is not words that is stored in the ball, 
 But 'tis thought, to express which, words we demand : 
 
 Words but represent, thought constitutes all.
 
 So We Welcome the New Day to Our World. 37 
 
 Of a bird, we both think, you give it a name, 
 
 I give it another, the bird is the same ; 
 
 We're impressed just alike, with feathers and wings; 
 
 Although the name differs, the same thought it brings. 
 
 You may say the bird flies when it soars away, 
 
 The same action I see, but it walks I say ; 
 
 The same mental picture is brought to each mind, 
 
 To express we the words in our own language find. 
 
 The engraving on the casket, emblem of the land 
 
 Where life, in its youth, forever will remain ; 
 Where love and perfection unite hand in hand, 
 
 Elements of truth, that doth our life sustain. 
 The words in the scroll, we repeat them, o'er and o'er, 
 
 At birth of each day, when our banner is unfurled. 
 As we welcome a friend, when knocking at the door, 
 
 So we welcome the new day to our world.
 
 38 Such a Tale of That Casket Could I Tell. 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 As the last words were spoken, awaking from trance 
 
 In a dazed condition, Roy sat up in bed 
 Such dreaming of that thing through my cranium did dance, 
 Said he, I wish I could only one thought advance, 
 
 But they have all flown and gone from my head. 
 If my memory would return and would serve me well, 
 Such a tale of that casket to you I could tell. 
 
 You need have no worry for you've told all to me. 
 
 When you grasped that ball, you fell on the bed ; 
 
 Then began talking, bring paper you said 
 I have written it down on this paper, you see. 
 When it you have read, more dumfounded you will be- 
 
 All other strange tales you've read will seem tame, 
 
 For unto mankind, there never yet came 
 A thing, so wierd and strange as this mystery. 
 
 The most strange and wonderful revelation 
 
 That ever was given to human kind. 
 If I am not fooled and greatly mistaken, 
 
 Within that lovely casket we will find. 
 But did you not, Roy, know all that you said ? 
 
 Or in the trance, did you so soundly sleep. 
 That all the surroundings to your mind was dead ? 
 
 Have you no thoughts that your memory did keep?
 
 It Seemed Like a ]'ery Strange Dream. 39 
 
 No ! It seemed like a very strange dream to me ; 
 
 The sensation I had would he hard to explain. 
 All was light ; I did not hear, but seemed to see 
 
 Pictures of thought, as it came to me. 
 When the ball I touched, my memory passed away ; 
 
 No sensation or feeling of self did remain. 
 It all seemed so light, like the sun's brightest ray, 
 
 Till in life, I awoke to sensation again. 
 
 When from the dining room they returned, Roy said: 
 
 Without delay, read what you have written, to me. 
 While dining, that thing did swim in my head ; 
 
 My mind's in a flutter and all at sea. 
 Why ! I could not tell roast turkey from tarpon ! 
 
 It was the same to me, for I had no taste at all. 
 No doubt, in the morning, when breakfast is on, 
 
 For codfish, I will call for pschycomesy ball ! 
 
 John read his notes and Roy, listening to the same, 
 
 Carefully noted every word that John would read ; 
 And he would often say : Oh ! that's it indeed ! 
 
 As I saw it plainly pictured on my brain. 
 All those thoughts are coming back to me, again ! 
 
 They seem to be about me, everywhere ! 
 Yes, I see them all, now, Oh, they are so plain ! 
 
 A panorama of pictures floating there. 
 
 When John described the cover, Roy said : 
 
 Now, to me, its decidedly plain ; 
 Before that thing had entered my head, 
 
 It had taken control of vour brain.
 
 40 //" You've Too Much Fire Your Loaf Will Burn. 
 
 The description you gave of the casket cover, 
 
 And the use of the electrical store 
 Are identical, one like the other; 
 
 It seems you had read it before. 
 
 But let us hasten this inquiry to make, 
 
 For my mind's like an engine and train 
 Rushing down grade, without steam and no brake, 
 
 That something will happen, I need not explain ; 
 And unless we employ some kind of a brake 
 
 To retard this wild rush of thought in me. 
 The mad house is the station I first will make, 
 
 Ere the sequel will I reach, to this mystery ! 
 
 Oh take it easy, said John, and try to learn, 
 If you've too much fire, your loaf will burn 
 From what was said of those balls, they must be 
 
 Each, in separate apartments enclosed. 
 And, by the way, Roy, can you tell, to me. 
 
 What's become of the ball we exposed? 
 I don't know, said Roy, where it could have gone ! 
 
 Well, that does beat me again, said John. 
 
 Did the ball leave your hand and go to your head? 
 
 Or did you drop it somewhere on the bed? 
 
 Did you lay it some where when for dinner you dressed, 
 
 Or was it a mass of thought compressed ? 
 
 All about the room, they did search everywhere 
 
 And then they concluded it vanished in air. 
 
 Said John, we must know, if this is the case 
 
 When a ball is removed that all is in place.
 
 Tttis Gem of Beauty and Intelligence Said. 41 
 
 How shall we arrange this message to receive? 
 
 Shall we each, by turns, hold the ball? 
 Our past experience has lead me to believe 
 
 It is not best to risk at all. 
 We find that the message comes direct and plain 
 
 Through you, Roy, would it not be best 
 That you take this ball in your hand again, 
 And possibly all of the rest? 
 
 Let's see, have we everything ready? John said. 
 
 For fear you may fall, as before, you did, 
 You had better, at once, lie down on the bed, 
 
 Before I proceed to remove this lid. 
 Oh no, said Roy, I'll sit in this easy chair 
 
 Do you perfer pencil to pen and ink? 
 Well, as my stenographer, you must take care 
 
 To write what I say, and not what you think. 
 
 Now Roy, if you are ready I'll remove this lid 
 
 A sapphire! Srch beauty! No genii or elf 
 Ever saw one more perfect than this herein hid 
 
 Here Roy, you take it, I'll not torch it myself 
 There ! The second- it was said Roy dropped off to sleep 
 
 In the chair, as soundly as if in the bed, 
 And the mysterious ball in his hand did he keep. 
 
 This gem of beauty and intelligence said :
 
 4 2 At This Time Does the Stor\ Begin. 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 At This Time the Story Begins Rumors of the Fountain of Youth 
 Traditions of the Red Man Alfonso Lady Isabella Birth of Sionilli 
 A Strange Bequest A Most Sacred Trust 'Twas an Angel that smiled 
 Death of Lady Isabella Sionilli's Birth Day Trouble Ad Interum. 
 
 THE STORY. 
 
 When Ferdenancl and Isabella, 
 
 As King and Queen, did reign 
 Upon the throne, together. 
 
 In the Kingdom of Spain. 
 After Christopher Columbrs 
 
 And his courageous cn-w 
 Sailed away, from among us, 
 
 Over the briny blue, 
 P>raving perils of wind and deep. 
 
 Another world to win : 
 At this time, in records f 
 
 Does the story begin.
 
 Most Every One Seemed to be Wild. 43 
 
 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH. 
 
 The stories that were told of this wonderful land, 
 
 Many were frivolous and vain ; 
 The most fabulous were in greatest demand, 
 Were told and repeated on every hand, 
 
 And did the most credence gain. 
 
 Among them was one, whether founded on truth, 
 
 No one was able to say ; 
 
 It was believed by the lowly, and great, forsooth, 
 That in the new world was a fountain of youth ; 
 
 If aged women or men 
 Would drink of its water, or bath in its spray, 
 
 Their vouth would return to them. 
 
 No one did yet drink from this wonderful fount. 
 
 This story, the source of the same, 
 Was from some tradition or verbal account 
 Of red men, who doubtless, drank quite an amount, 
 
 Ages before the white man came. 
 Be this as it may, throughout all of Spain, 
 
 Most everyone seemed to be wild. 
 Expeditions went out, the young hoped ,for gain 
 
 And the old to become a child.
 
 44 Angels Might Envy Her Pure Disposition. 
 
 SIONILLI. 
 
 A retainer, I was, in the house of a Don, 
 
 Who thought more of his wealth, of fame and position, 
 Than of his good wife, to whom his love should have gone, 
 
 For angels might envy her pure disposition. 
 Although the most beautiful lady in Spain. 
 
 The envy of all the dames of Savilla, 
 Of his cold affection, she died of its shame, 
 
 At the birth of her first born. Si o nil li. 
 
 The lady Isabella and your psychometer 
 
 Were distantly related, and many years before. 
 When a child, upon my knees I trotted her 
 
 As she listened to my tales of fairy lore. 
 She was princely born. A noble child of wealth, 
 
 While I was from a lower branch of the family tree 
 Through all her youthful years, in sickness or in health, 
 
 Though many years her senior, she would cling to me. 
 
 When on her dying bed, she called me to her side 
 
 And said : Dear Fonso, I must go from you ; 
 My poor life's current is running low. Its ebbing tide 
 
 Is warning me that I must bid my last adieu. 
 And, dear cousin, a trust I leave you to .fulfill ; 
 
 A great favor 'tis I ask, when my life shall end; 
 Accept it, dear Alfonso, Oh. say that you will ! 
 
 'Tis the last request of your dying friend ! 
 
 Surely, dear lady, nothing that you would ask 
 But what I would grant, even before I knew 
 What its purport was, or what you'd have me do. 
 Or how near impossible might be the task ;
 
 Do Not Consider Me Wild! 45 
 
 But, surely, you now have incentive to earn 
 
 New life, and for this treasure you will remain. 
 
 A daughter to love, and be loved in return ; 
 
 With this hope, dear lady, your strength will regain. 
 
 Oh no ! Alfonso, I know my moments are few, 
 
 And I cannot remain to protect my child ! 
 Thou, truest of friends ! I bequeath her to you. 
 
 Oh ! start not ! I mean it ! do not consider me wild ! 
 And Oh ! dear Alfonso, do not refuse this trust ! 
 
 Take its mother's place ! give it a mother's love ! 
 The mother's soul will bless you, in its home above 
 
 When her mortal remains has returned to dust ! 
 
 Her cold-hearted father could not love if he'd try, 
 
 For avarice and ambition now hold control; 
 He might provide for her, all that his wealth could buy, 
 
 But this only, without love, would starve the soul. 
 Of flesh and blood, her father in control would be ; 
 
 'Tis only the casket, the jewel you keep; 
 Guard it well, dear cousin, to such a degree, 
 
 That no trouble may come and cause her to weep. 
 
 And when she arrives at years of maidenhood, 
 See that she's none other but true love for mate, 
 Remembering that only the good are the great, 
 Seek not for position, for fame or estate, 
 
 But let him be one with impulses all good. 
 If true affection be the standard you set, 
 Then never will she have a cause for regret.
 
 46 T;V(/.S- an Angel That Smiled. 
 
 You know of the mother's fate, whose hand was sold, 
 When her poor heart gave not its consent 
 
 To be mated to one, with nature so cold, 
 
 That it brought to her nothing but discontent. 
 
 Oh ! the long, long days of sorrow and shame. 
 
 Living, unmated, a wife but in name ! 
 
 God help you to guard her from this awful fate, 
 And lead her to one who is her true mate ! 
 
 'Tis a most sacred trust you would leave to me, 
 
 And, dear lady, I accept it from thee. 
 Oh, I thank thee, dear Fonso, with all of my heart ! 
 I know, dear cousin, you'll do well your part. 
 A father's affection, and a mother's love. 
 I know you will have for this innocent dove 
 If the aged could have youth, Oh, if this could be! 
 That in time my darling might mate with thee ! 
 
 When she said these, her last w r ords, my hand she pressed ; 
 Her face it grew bright 'twas an angel that smiled 
 Her presence still lingered with me and her child, 
 
 But her mortal remains, had gone to its rest. 
 
 Dear lady, thy form lies there, so cold in death : 
 But thy presence still lingers for the vow, I make, 
 
 To guard thy sweet child, while my body has breath. 
 And to love it, for her own, and thy dear sake. 
 
 And thou, my sweet child in security sleep. 
 
 For the promises made will I sacredly keep. 
 A father and mother, a sister and brother 
 
 To thee, will I strive to be, all of my life. 
 
 And when the time comes, in thy life, for a lover, 
 A true mate will I find. He shall be no other 
 
 Than one who will make of thee, a most happy wife.
 
 A Beam of Sunshine to Brighten the Wa\. 47 
 
 How I learned to love that beautiful treasure. 
 
 As from day to day, in my affections she grew. 
 The mother's spirit seemed to hover, and measure 
 
 Out such pure love, as none but a fond mother knew. 
 And how the dear child did my affection return, 
 
 Entwining me about, as a vine doth the tree. 
 From the time in its life that its mind could discern, 
 
 Its affections would cling to no other but me. 
 
 
 
 We, together, did drift on the tide of time. 
 
 I, as the old oak approaching decay : 
 She, clinging to me as a tender vine, 
 
 A beam of sunshine to brighten the way. 
 Thus together we grew, and as one, became 
 
 In impulse, in thought and in inspiration, 
 In sorrow and joy, and in aspiration 
 
 But one existence we lived, except in name. 
 
 Eighteen happy sumirers had thus passed away. 
 
 When first we were aroused by a chill of despair. 
 It was on Sionilli's eighteenth birthday, 
 
 When the awakening caire to trouble and care. 
 After spending the day, till approaching dark 
 
 Warned us, this clay of pleasure was done ; 
 Her father stood waiting for us, in the park. 
 
 This was so unusual. I felt trouble had come.
 
 48 Sionilli Is Her Xaine. 
 
 AD INTERUM. 
 
 TROUBLE 
 
 Xow, who is in trouble? I would like to know. 
 
 With many, their troubles seem all the go. 
 
 For breakfast there's trouble, for dinner, the same 
 For supper there's trouble warmed over, again. 
 
 They would never be happy without trouble, ahead, 
 
 From the time they arise, 'till sleeping in bed 
 A schoolboy's not happy, without a sore toe. 
 That a cause for trouble, he may have to show. 
 
 It's your thoughts that's in trouble, but in dreams is all- 
 Twas the last words in the psychomesy ball. 
 
 To a world of trouble, your heroine came. 
 
 A daughter in trouble, Sionilli's her name- 
 As this story was short, if there's no delay. 
 Another can be told if you sit right away : 
 
 We'll open it now. Oh, an emerald, green ! 
 
 Roy grasped it in hand, and once more did he dream.
 
 There Is One Who Would Make Thee His Wife. 49 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Alfonso My Mate There's One Who Would Make Thee His Wife- 
 It Never Shall Be Your Destiny Was Waiting My Will You Must 
 Obey Fonso Given Two Years to Find the Fountain of Youth One 
 H'ope Remains The Last Adieu A Pure White Dove Ad Interum. 
 
 TRUE TO HER MATE. 
 
 Xilli, said her father, you and Fonso seem to be 
 
 Quite happy and contented with each other. 
 A picture of old time and the new year I did see, 
 
 While crossing the lawn, there, you two together ; 
 But do you not know, there are those of your age, 
 
 Who are more suitable companions, for thee, 
 Than to live, alone, with this venerable sage, 
 
 Though ever so wise and good he may be ? 
 
 I have left you, entirely, in Alfonso's care. 
 
 And he must have done his duty quite well ; 
 For a being could not be found, anywhere, 
 
 In contentment so pure, as you seem to dwell. 
 But the time has arrived for you to awake ; 
 
 Your place among Ladies, is first in the land. 
 Your position, my daughter, demands that you take 
 
 The place of great honor, my wealth can command. 
 
 Eighteen years, you have passed, and I doubt if you've had 
 
 One thought, of a gallant or swain ; 
 While other young maidens, at your ?ge, would be sad 
 
 If they bad not a dozen in train. 
 Alfonso has absorbed all yorr interest in life ; 
 
 His controll of your mind must be great ; 
 But now there is one, who would make thee, his wife, 
 
 And with whom, I would have vou to mate.
 
 50 / Will Never Lcare Him for Anyone's Sake. 
 
 No, no ! my dear father, I am well satisfied ! 
 
 Alfonso's acquaintance is all I would crave ; 
 Xo ether coirpanion would I have at my side. 
 
 Although ever so perfect he might behave ! 
 
 But my child, Alfonso's a very old man ; 
 
 Three score and ten years, with its cares. 
 \Vliile you have not passed through the earliest span 
 
 Of youth, with the pleasvre it bears. 
 
 Eighteen, today, father, you did not forget 
 That your daughter's birthday was here. 
 
 Fonso remembered, and prepared for his pet, 
 A day that was full of pleasure and cheer. 
 
 But Nilli, Alfonso can't be with you long. 
 The days of his life have nearly gone by ; 
 Thus to leave you alone would surely be wrong! 
 Pray what will you do when Alfonso does die? 
 
 Oh Father ! my Fonso shall not die while I live ! 
 
 ( )ld age, I will never allow to come in ! 
 I will cling to his life ! Half my youth will I give, 
 
 No ! never while I live, shall death come to him ! 
 
 Oh ! I feel I could not let him go from me now, 
 Of my very existence, has he been a part, 
 
 Like the mistletoe, when 'tis torn from its bough, 
 Would I wither, and die with a broken heart ! 
 
 Oh say not. my Fonso will be torn ;from me, 
 Nor urge me another companion to take. 
 
 For I tell you right now, it never shall be ! 
 1 will never leave him, for any one's sake !
 
 This Is What I Tried to Do. 51 
 
 If you take me from Fonso, my only true mate, 
 
 And compell me to be another man's wife, 
 All my love for thee, father, would then turn to hate ; 
 
 Before I would wed, I would take my own life ! 
 
 Oh, tut, tut, my child ! Do you know what you say ? 
 
 Alfonso, your mate! Why he's lived out his day ! 
 A friend and adviser, has he been, it is true ; 
 
 But now he's too old for grandfather to you ! 
 Alfonso, have you ever been teaching her love, 
 
 Other than from pupil to tutor is due ? 
 Your position thus using to woo this young dove? 
 
 Old man, if I thought this, your days would be few ! 
 
 Insulting! Noble Don, are those words you have said! 
 
 Such language, to me, is unjust and so wild ! 
 When Lady Isabella, upon her dying bed. 
 
 Placed within these arms a noble mother's child. 
 Begging me to guard and guide its life with care, 
 
 To this last request I pledged my honor, there. 
 To make each clay more happy than the one before ; 
 
 This is what I tried to do, and nothing more ! 
 
 I loved her when an infant sleeping in my arms ; 
 
 How I loved the prattling child I trotted on my knee, 
 I loved her when a pupil, with her girlhood charms. 
 
 But I loved her best, in maidenhood, ,for her faith in me. 
 I tried to teach her nothing but the noble and the good ; 
 
 But on the love of sex, did I always remain dumb ; 
 Feeling that the province of true maidenhood. 
 
 Is to bide the time, till her destined mate shall come.
 
 52 John Laughed 1 1 7 hen You Smiled. 
 
 If this mission I have fulfilled, and in doing so, 
 
 Have turned her thoughts to me, and caused her love to grow 
 
 It was because, of life, I gave to her my best 
 
 In my efforts to fulfill her mother's last request. 
 If blame exists, that her affections to me came, 
 'Twas duties well fulfilled, not I, that was to blame. 
 
 She, of my life, became a part ; I thought not how, 
 
 For I never analyzed my feelings until now. 
 
 Up to this time, you say she's been happy and content ; 
 
 If this is so, my mission did I well fulfill. 
 
 No doubt she feels it, when she says ; if you will 
 To part us now, she would not live, in that event. 
 But few years has she lived ; all experience of her life 
 
 Has been with me, and perhaps, if I was gone, 
 She might then meet her mate, and be happy as a wife 
 
 But how could I live without thee, darling one ? 
 
 She is all I have left in life, my Noble Don ; 
 
 Her companionship lost, will be death to me. 
 That she seeks other love, to be hers when I'm gone, 
 
 For her sake, 'twould be best, with you I agree. 
 But oh, Siomlli ! Thou art dearer to me 
 Than ever thou canst to another one be ! 
 
 But my happiness must not stand in thy way ; 
 
 I must :i3s-?nt to what your father doth say. 
 
 Yes, others you must seek, your equal in years ; 
 
 Only : em ember me, as a dear friend 
 \Vho did laugh when you smiled, and wept with your tear^, 
 
 For vour Fonso's life draws near to its end.
 
 A Soul Is Asking Thee To Wait. 53 
 
 A soul, somewhere in life, is asking thee to wait 
 'I ill its destiny draws nearer unto thee 
 If left to fate, alone, the time will surely be 
 
 When your destinies will meet to love and mate. 
 
 No, no. Alfonso, this never can be, 
 
 No one but you was created for me. 
 
 You was near when I came to this life's estate, 
 And yours was the soul that awaited its mate. 
 
 Your destiny was waiting when mine did come, 
 
 And you and I, there and then, became one. 
 No other was there when I came from thence, 
 And no other shall there be to go with me hence. 
 
 Oh, you are a crazy loon ! her father said. 
 Fonso is older than your grandfather would be, 
 
 If living to say : Oh, put her to bed ! 
 She's the most consumate fool, I ever did see ! 
 
 Age should not count in affection's pure life, 
 
 Love, and love only's the tie that should bind; 
 
 Pure love of the soul, of the spirit-mind, 
 Is all thai should count between husband and wife. 
 
 Fcnso's body is old and bent with age. 
 But m spirit our years are equal, we find ; 
 
 Our aspirations will equally gauge, 
 Through ages when bodies are left behind. 
 
 This half-century between our body's birth, 
 
 These few years, would you place them in the way 
 
 Of uniting two souls, when they pass from earth? 
 You know our bodies are nothing but clay !
 
 54 -1/v Will You Must Obev. 
 
 Our destinies sever through ages to coir.e. 
 
 For difTerence of tiir.e our souls did awake? 
 No! Fonso and I were destined to be one 
 
 In all that's required, one being to make. 
 
 Oh, cease those foolish ravings, and listen to what I say : 
 Another mate I will for thee, ;;/v will yen must ol;c\ ! 
 
 The Don, Jran Mercedes and I were friends whcMi young 
 
 His wealth and power's very great. He has an only son 
 Who will succeed to his estate, with all its titles, too ; 
 And to unite our great estates, we'd have him wed with you. 
 
 A message from this Xoble Don, just received, my dear. 
 
 Says his son will visit us sometime the coming year. 
 
 Oh, my dear father, you know not what you would do! 
 
 Does love of wealth and power your mind control ? 
 Your own daughter's happiness, is it naught to you ? 
 
 clave you no love for her within your soul ? 
 
 To take me from Fonso and bind to another. 
 
 All pleasures in life you then would destroy. 
 All hopes of the future, all joys you would smother. 
 
 Oh tell me you said it jvst to annoy ! 
 
 Would you bind me to one whom I never have seen. 
 
 And barter my body for wealth and power. 
 To the highest bidder, like a demamond quean ? 
 
 Of shame would I fade like a withered flower. 
 It never shall be ! Oh, the thought makes me quail ! 
 
 Xo ! before I wculd let my body to be 
 An object to be offered in barter and sale. 
 
 Deep down in the grave would I hide it from thee.
 
 Xot Sanctioned in Heaven if Bound by Such Ties. 55 
 
 Before I would ever be united in bond, 
 
 And consent to be only a wife in position, 
 To avoid it, I would go to the world beyond 
 
 And escape such immoral and degraded condition 
 Yes, the maiden, though ever so pure her life, 
 
 When she, herself sells for position or wealth, 
 She becomes but a mistress, and not truly a wife 
 
 She only then sells her body for pelf. 
 
 The world is growing impure, and well it might. 
 
 When life is brought forth ,from such rotten germs. 
 When virtue is sold, 'tis societies' blight. 
 Much better the spirit should take its flight 
 
 And the mortal body be consumed by worms. 
 To wed thus, the marriage would be but a lie, 
 \ T ot sanctioned in heaven if bound by such tie. 
 
 There Nilli, you have said enough, I want to hear no more ! 
 Alfonso, have you taught her all this stuff she has in store? 
 
 You silly child ! Now do you think God picked Alfonso out 
 
 And kept him waiting fifty years, for you, wandering about? 
 And Alfonso, do you share in this foolish thought. 
 
 That you and Sionilli were created to be one ? 
 \Yhat the pupil learns, the tutor must have taught : 
 
 I thought yorr store of common sence could be depended on. 
 
 I hardly know, now, what to say to you, my Noble Don. 
 
 Until now, I seemed to think her thoughts were always right. 
 To make her happy was the thought my mind did dwell upon. 
 
 And consideration, I did not give it in this light.
 
 56 Pure Virtue Will Ei-er Stay True to Its Mate. 
 
 Her other sentiments I do endorse, in every part: 
 Pure affection, I do protest, should never be destnnc-d 
 
 By making chatties of the female hand and heart, 
 
 And for Nilli's sake, I hope you will this wrong avoid. 
 
 No female can ever feel virtuous and pure, 
 
 When a wife she becomes, where love does not rate, 
 Just for wealth to obtain, or position secure ; 
 
 Pure virtue will ever stay true to its mate. 
 That Nilli and I were created to mate, 
 
 Would seem from conditions, I now do recall, 
 If date qf our birth did not differ so great ; 
 
 But then, she says truly, this life is not all. 
 
 No doubt, there are millions of years yet to live 
 In this and other conditions of life, 
 Shall two souls, created as man and wife. 
 
 Be parted for the little that wealth might give ? 
 
 Would you cause her, through all the millions of years, 
 To exist in trouble, in sorrow and tears ? 
 
 Would you force her to be an unmated wife, 
 
 That you may have power throughout this short life? 
 
 I care nothing for the years we know nothing of. 
 And I care nothing for what you call love ; 
 
 I only know, if our children will mate, 
 
 Our houses will, then, become strong and great. 
 
 In my dreams, it has been, ever since she was born, 
 That some day she would be vnited to him 
 
 My plans shall not now l:e all shattered and torn, 
 For any old man or girl's foolish whim.
 
 But Will You Pledge Your Word? 57 
 
 Alfonso is old, to these words you have clung, 
 What would you say, father, if he was now young? 
 
 Just like you to offer such ^foolish suggestion, 
 That Fonso's not young will answer the question. 
 
 But supposing he might regain his youth once more. 
 
 You know in the new world, somewhere, they say 
 There's a fountain, whose waters, if drank, will restore 
 
 Full vigor and youth to the aged and gray. 
 
 Well Nilli ! Do you give credence to this foolish rumor? 
 Like all your senseless ideas, they put me out of humor ! 
 
 I know you'r skeptic, father, and you think it is absurd 
 That such a fountain does exist ; but will you pledge your word, 
 That you will not demand my marriage to this man, 
 For two more years at least, then if Alfonso can 
 This wondrous fountain, find, and be young again in life, 
 Will you give me to him, father, as his mate and wife? 
 
 Yes, Nilli, arrange it all to suit your mind, 
 For I know he never will, the fountain, find ! 
 
 Now Fonso, your Nilli will ask this of thee : 
 
 Go seek this fountain, oh search everywhere! 
 
 And take with thee, Fonso, your own Nilli's prayer 
 That with youth regained you will return to me.
 
 58 That I Ma\ Cross to Thee. 
 
 Yes, my dear Xilli, your commands I will obey, 
 Throrgh all the world will I go, and search in every way : 
 
 And with the blessed hope, that leaves this straw to me. 
 
 To bridge this space of years that I may cross to thee, 
 All the waters will I seek, be they great or small. 
 
 Xot a stream or fountain shall escape my sight ; 
 Although bitter they maybe. I will drink from all. 
 
 And for success, will I trust in God and the right ! 
 
 Xo mountain is so high, but what I will scale. 
 
 Xcr stream broad enough to obstruct my way ; 
 Thorgh in darkest cave hid, yet will I not. fail. 
 
 If bowels of earth hold it. my thirst it shall stay. 
 Old tiire shall serve me, and its moments save : 
 
 That age, to overcome me, will strive in vain. 
 And my very will power shall throttle the grave. 
 
 That it may not receive ire till I meet thee rgain. 
 
 Xonsense. this is foolish ! \Yould you sacrifice your life? 
 
 And Alfonso, at yovr age. your a fool to want a wife ! 
 I will not try to stop you. for I know 'twill be no use, 
 Both of you are crazy abort this tale of mother goose ! 
 
 Sionilli will not marry for two years or more. 
 
 If this fountain you discover, and your youth restore, 
 Then, if 'tis Xilli's wish, I will give her hand to thee, 
 If a sip of the water you will bring home to me. 
 
 Oh thanks, my noble Don. one ray of hope doth yet remain ! 
 
 And thou. my darling one, do you bid me go? 
 
 Faith in God, such as thou hast in me. I know 
 Will bring success to me. and safe return again.
 
 To This Hope Shall They Be Taught to Cling. 59 
 
 Oh, Alfonso ! To bid thee go, is very hard to say ! 
 
 The tender vine that's clung through all its life to thee. 
 Is left alone, its young tendrils to teach another way 
 
 To live, without support from thee, its noble tree ! 
 But to this hope shall they be taught to cling : 
 Thou wilt return, and with thee youth will bring. 
 
 Yes go, quickly go, so time it will not run. 
 
 To make the years allowed, before results are won. 
 
 You say quite well, indeed, no precious moments now to waste, 
 On the first ship that goes, yovr Fonso now irurt sail. 
 
 To prepare, the time is short, and I must work with haste. 
 With s' cress for nv motto I knew I will not f?il. 
 
 Said the Don, yen need not wait, a ship will sail next week. 
 
 On voyage of discovery, to the land you seek. 
 If you want to go, I'll engage a berth for you. 
 And make it well for you, with captain and the crew. 
 
 Oh, kind fate is with us, Nilli dear, today 
 And provides a chance for me to haste away. 
 
 Yet, the thought, I leave thee in so short a time. 
 
 Strongly urges me, the offer to decline. 
 Then the thought, it comes, of the prizes I seek ; 
 
 My youth, and life everlasting with thee, 
 Brings courage and strength, wherein I was weak 
 
 Yes, my Xoble Don, engage passage for me. 
 
 Oh, those moments so precious, how swift was their flight, 
 Till evening o>f last day, together we would be. 
 
 To encourage each other, we made a hard fight. 
 
 Till the hour had come to part for the night 
 Oh, I cannot! cried Nilli, Xow bid thee adieu! 
 One more precious moment would I tarry with you ! 
 
 I will bid thee farewell from mv window at three.
 
 60 Xow Arc the Fates With Us. 
 
 Oh my Nilli, Sionilli, I am waiting for tlu-c ! 
 
 The watch in the tower, calls the hour of three ; 
 The dawn will soon break, when I must away. 
 The good ship will sail, at break o,f day. 
 
 Awake from thy slumbers and bid me adieu, 
 
 The ship will not tarry, that bears me from you ! 
 
 I am waiting, dear Fonso, from slumbers free ; 
 
 No dreams could beguile me from thinking of thee. 
 In the balcony I tarried, seeking a star 
 Which together we may see, when parted afar. 
 
 'Tis the north star, dear Fonso, so steady and true ; 
 
 When it crosses my vision, will my thoughts be with you 
 Oh ! am I now dreaming, a voice says so plain : 
 Weep not, Sionilli, you will meet him again. 
 
 How can I leave thee, Nilli? How can I part from thee? 
 
 Thy tendrills still are clinging, I cannot tear them free ! 
 They twine about my heart, so closely do they grow, 
 Oh, my Sionilli ! I cannot, will not go ! 
 
 Remember, dear Alfonso, the prizes you would seek, 
 For your youth and for me, you will not now be weak ; 
 Take this kiss, dear Fonso, my last good-bye to you, 
 God bless and protect my Fonso Adieu ! Adieu ! ! 
 
 When red of dawn did tint the sky, above, 
 
 A falcon pursued a pure white dove ; 
 The dove in its flight, so full of alarm. 
 Sailed down, and did nestle in Xilli's anr. 
 
 Now are the fates with us ! Oh, Fonso. See ! 
 
 The emblem of hope comes to bide with me ! 
 Until you do return, be it soon or late, 
 Shall this bird of promise be my only mate!
 
 You Dreamed on the Chess-Board of Life. 61 
 
 AD INTERUM. 
 
 MYSTERY. 
 
 Who is mated now? Have we been playing chess? 
 
 I heard you say mate, but where is the game? 
 Not a chess-man in sight and I rather guess 
 
 That I was asleep and dreaming, again. 
 
 Yes, dreaming a mate, you most truly, have been, 
 
 Said John. You dreamed, on the chess-board of life 
 
 A most beautiful mate, and a perfect queen, 
 Who is now waiting to become your wife. 
 
 You was an old man. A young maiden you'd wed, 
 
 But papa objected to the gray on your head ; 
 
 His consent would he give, if younger you would grow, 
 To the fountain of youth you concluded to go. 
 
 There was put on the stage, a balcony scene : 
 
 A white dove takes part. Not down on the slate 
 
 Until you return, said this beautiful queen, 
 None other than this dove, shall be my mate. 
 
 Was it I who said mate ? Why, how can that be ? 
 I am sure that somebody was talking to me ! 
 Oh I see now, said John, your sense is not dead ; 
 Can you call to your mind, ought else that you said ? 
 
 No; from my mind, H'ke a dream, it all passed away 
 Now read me your notes, for I'm anxious to hear 
 
 The impressions I had, and what I did say 
 But where is the ball, I have lost it, I fear. 
 
 It is gone, and I did not eat it, I am sure, 
 For I determined this time, to hold it secure.
 
 62 Now We Are Told, They Make Youths of the Old. 
 
 Well that is strange, said John, I don't understand, 
 
 I have not seen it since you took it in hend. 
 Your brain absorbed it no doult, as the words did flow 
 
 These words I will read, then to supper let's go. 
 This chapter contains but little of mirth, 
 
 Tis f :11 cf premise, c f Ic ve : nd trouble ; 
 The fun all may come inside of the earth 
 
 For you know you said the earth is double. 
 
 Let's hear it at once and don't be too long, 
 I am now all attention and I pray you go on 
 
 There is one thing I cannot get into my head. 
 
 How they manage to live in the earth, Roy said. 
 
 That the climate's red hot, we've always been told, 
 Inside of this planet of ours ; 
 
 But now we are told, they make youths of the old, 
 And time there, has lost all its powers. 
 
 On returning from their meal, John did then suggest 
 That they take a little stroll in this bright moonlight. 
 
 And said he, how bright the rays reflect from its crest ; 
 In our more northern clime, it shines not so bright. 
 
 Yes, said Roy, the walk let us take and then go to bed. 
 
 And that thing I will try to drive from my head : 
 I cannot hold my thoughts to remain anywhere. 
 Or concentrate my mind on the moons to compare. 
 
 Xcxt morning Roy awoke, and roused John from sleep, 
 Suggesting they would take their usual walk : 
 
 Then when they returned, and their breakfast did eat, 
 Go at once to their room, and continue the talk.
 
 As He Spoke of the Wind, the Waves and the Deep. 63 
 
 For, said he, I'm too anxious that mystery to know, 
 
 To delay our sitting another half day. 
 Our letters, to-day, can we not let them go. 
 
 For sake of the story? Now, what do you say? 
 Well, said John, I've no objections to make, 
 For all the night long, that kept me awake. 
 
 At once I'll arise and we will take our walk 
 
 And right after breakfast, go on with the talk. 
 
 At the sitting tefore, Roy said he felt strained ; 
 
 To recline on the bed was the best he believed 
 As the lid, they removed, once more John exclaimed, 
 
 A genuine ruby, or I am deceived ! 
 A more beautiful gem, there never was one ! 
 
 No reply did Roy make. He was fast asleep, 
 And again in the trance, his talking went on, 
 
 As he spoke of the wind, the waves and the deep.
 
 64 Then Comes the Cry, FaieiceH ! I-arei^ell ! ! 
 
 CHAPTER Y. 
 
 Parting The Anchor Weighed On Billows Blue Farewell Be 
 calmed Storm A Gallant Fight A Master Hand at the Wheel The 
 Storm Fiend Subdued In the New World Ad Interum. 
 
 FAREWELL ! 
 
 With rising sun's first shining' rays. 
 The noble ship, its anchor weighs ; 
 Each at his post, the busy crew, 
 While friends bid friends, their last adieu. 
 On emerald waves, the breakers passed, 
 The sun now gilds the towering mast ; 
 The sails are set on billows, blue, 
 The land sinks slowly from the view. 
 
 The sky descends on every hand, 
 And smaller grows our native land. 
 Till fading light leaves but a gleam ; 
 Our homes pass from us like a dream. 
 The gaze is fixed, with sob and sigh. 
 To where the waters meet the sky ; 
 We feel deserted and alone ; 
 The curtain drops on scenes of hoire. 
 
 Fond memory clings, yet, to the shore ; 
 The parting kiss is felt once more ; 
 The kindly words, the warm embrace 
 Comes floating on the waves" of space ; 
 But sadder thoughts are now in store : 
 Do we now part forevermore? 
 It strikes the heart as a tolling bell : 
 Then comes the crv, farewell ! farewell ! !
 
 Oh, See! It Sets the Waves on Fire! 65 
 
 NIGHT UPON THE DEEP. 
 
 The day is spent, the shining sun 
 Now sinks to rest, its work is done. 
 One good-night kiss, and then retire 
 Oh, see ! It sets the waves on fire ! 
 The moon now rides the heavens, blue, 
 As though it would the day renew ; 
 It paints the waves, a silver sheen, 
 A more gorgeous sight was never seen. 
 
 The long, long day is at its close 
 
 And tired nature seeks repose ; 
 
 Within the bunk, to sleep we try, 
 
 While listening to the lullaby 
 
 That's patted on the vessel's side 
 
 By waves, through which we cut and glide; 
 
 Accompanied by the rigging, tight, 
 
 While played upon by breeze of night ; 
 
 With now and then a flapping sail, 
 
 At last in sleep our senses fail ; 
 
 And then in dreams, the soul awakes 
 
 With friends, at home, 'till morning breaks.
 
 66 Up, Up She Goes, Like Eagles Fly. 
 
 BECALMED. 
 
 Such quiet reigns upon the deep, 
 It seems at dawn the world's asleep ; 
 The sun, we fail to see it rise, 
 A heavy fog obscures the skies ; 
 We seem to be within a dome: 
 A little world that's all our own. 
 The ship itself, appears to sleep, 
 So quiet do the sails all keep; 
 No ripples stir, no breezes pass, 
 The water is as smooth as glass; 
 For once, the captain lost command, 
 For now his vessel is becalmed. 
 
 THE STORM. 
 
 But look upon the sea, this way, 
 The ripplets here begin to play ; 
 The breezes cause the fog to rise, 
 Exposing storm-clouds in the skies. 
 The storm-fiends breath begins to blow ; 
 The white-caps roll like drifts of snow ; 
 The storm now breaks with hiss and moan. 
 The masts respond with creak and groan ; 
 The sails are furled, they brace the mast, 
 Prepare to meet the coming blast. 
 
 Like stag in chace, up mountain side, 
 On waves, the ship does grandly ride; 
 Up, up she goes, like eagles fly, 
 Where mountain-waves meet with the skv.
 
 A Master Hand Is at the Wheel. 67 
 
 Her masts are tossed like antlers, proud, 
 
 She bids defiance to the cloud ; 
 
 Then down the mountain side does go, 
 
 Down in the seething gulf, below. 
 
 The wind and waves derisive sough 
 
 Cries out, Ha ! ha ! We've got you, now ; 
 
 But soon they're made to know, and feel 
 
 A master hand is at the wheel : 
 
 They break, they bow, they cringe, they cow, 
 
 And crawl beneath the vessels prow. 
 
 WESTWARD HO. 
 
 All day long, and into the night, 
 The gallant ship keeps up the fight, 
 Until the storm-fiend had enough 
 And passed away with gentle puff. 
 The morning sun peeps o'er the wave 
 And smiles upon the vessel brave ; 
 To celebrate the victory, 
 A gorgeous sight, we now can see; 
 Upon the waves a grand display, 
 Made by the shining god of day. 
 
 The white winged ship, with spreaded sails, 
 The morning sun, now proudly hails : 
 All is as well as could be desired ! 
 And then the morning gun is fired. 
 From rising sun, we sail away, 
 To meet again at break of day. 
 From day to day, the log is run, 
 Always toward the setting sun.
 
 68 The Wooded Hills Once More Are Seen. 
 
 WELCOME. 
 
 At last, a message from the shore 
 Proclaim the voyage nearly o'er: 
 First the sea gulls, their welcome gave, 
 Sailing abort us o'er the wave ; 
 Then smaller birds came flying past 
 And stopped to twitter on the mast ; 
 The playful porpoise skipped about, 
 Rolled in the waves, and then rolled out. 
 The land, at last, came into view 
 Like clouds, far o'er the billows, blue. 
 The waves now change to emerald green, 
 The wooded hills once more are seen. 
 The industrious sails, they now are furled 
 And the anchor shipped in the Xcw World.
 
 Is He, Indeed, Inside of the Ground. 69 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 DREAMING AGAIN. 
 
 New World! Are we inside of the earth at last? 
 
 Was you not talking about a new world? 
 We must have been traveling, this time, pretty fast, 
 Or were we down, through a deep cavern cast, 
 
 And into this wonderful country hurled. 
 Oh ! said Roy, I now understand dreaming again ! 
 Well, what did I say ? Please rise and explain ! 
 
 This fountain of youth, has Alfonso yet found? 
 
 And is he, indeed, inside of the ground? 
 
 Oh no, said John, he is still outside of the ball 
 
 This chapter is but a voyage at sea, 
 And as it is short I will now read it all, 
 
 Then at once find out what the next will be. 
 John read his notes, then a ball he did expose 
 
 An opal, said Roy, as it dropped in his hand ; 
 And at once he began, a tale, to disclose, 
 
 Of Alfonso's adventures, in a strange land.
 
 70 To Be Their Captive, Slave or Brother. 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 Alfonso Starts Alone to Seek the Fountain Captive with the Red 
 Man A powder Trick Great Manitou The Fountain of Youth The 
 Indian Village An Old Chief The Wizzard Weighing the Mystery 
 An Eagle Flying High The Chief Dumfounded The Red Man's Tradi- 
 tion Ad Interum. 
 
 SEEKING THE FOUNTAIN. 
 
 While o'er the wide, wide waters, crossing, 
 Upon its rolling billows tossing, 
 I, your pschycometer, kept thinking, 
 From morning dawn, 'till sun was sinking, 
 
 Of the course I would pursue. 
 And after full consideration, 
 To gain the needed information, 
 I thought that living with the red man, 
 Learn about the fountain, from them, 
 
 Was the proper thing to do. 
 
 While on the deck, the last day, standing, 
 I then concluded upon landing, 
 With my gun and ammunition. 
 And a small stock of provision, 
 
 To alone, the red man seek ; 
 To be their captive, slave or brother, 
 Remain with them, and seek no further, 
 Till I learned, ifrom their tradition, 
 Of the fountain, its position. 
 
 And their language learn to speak.
 
 Through the Forest, Walked Away. 71 
 
 IN THE FOREST. 
 
 Therefore, at once upon my landing, 
 All the supplies I was demanding 
 For my journey, began buying, 
 And with little extra trying 
 
 Was prepared to start next day. 
 At early dawn, while day was breaking, 
 Alone, with no companion, taking, 
 Quietly, to no one speaking, 
 I began my fountain seeking; 
 
 Through the forest, walked away. 
 
 The scene, it changed with passing hours; 
 New plants, great trees with fragrant flowers ; 
 And new songs from songbirds, thrilling, 
 While I listen to their trilling 
 
 As they sweetly sang to me. 
 Such varied sights did cross my vision, 
 That I, at times, forgot my mission ; 
 When came to view, a waterfall, 
 Reminding me to drink from all 
 
 Though they sweet or bitter be. 
 
 Then did I drink from from fountain, seeping, 
 And from tiny streamlet, creeping; 
 From the brook, as it ran, babbling, 
 In the shaded pool now dabbling. 
 
 Then the laughing, rippling rill. 
 I traveled on, of rest not thinking, 
 Until the evening sun was sinking; 
 Then I camped and built a fire, 
 Ate my meal and did retire 
 
 Soon did sleep my senses kill.
 
 72 Am I Awake, or Am I Dreaming? 
 
 CAPTIVE. 
 
 Am I wake, or am I dreaming? 
 Are they human, or are they demon? 
 Those tall forms, with mein, commanding, 
 That are here, about me, standing 
 
 Are they red men, whom I seek? 
 Ye men of earth, or art thou spirit? 
 Your intention? pray, let n:e hear it ! 
 Do not stand there, at me staring, 
 But I pray, give me a hearing ! 
 
 Yet not a word would they speak. 
 
 I tried to rise and look around me ; 
 'Twas then I ,found that they had bound me. 
 In the night while I was sleeping, 
 Then, quietly about me creeping, 
 
 With leather thongs they bound me tight. 
 While lying there, my mind was active 
 To learn of those who held ire captive, 
 I studied well, their forms and faces, 
 With the danger that menaces, 
 
 Planning how to flee or fight. 
 
 Their vision sharp, expression duller; 
 Complexion red, or copper color; 
 Their form was strong, their mein was grave, 
 More like the warrior than the slave 
 
 Courageous was their bearing. 
 Their garb was crude, there's no denying; 
 Cut at the edge, and sewed by tying, 
 With ends from seams, fringes hanging, 
 Made from skins, prepared by tanning; 
 
 Though little were they wearing.
 
 Thinks I, My Friends, 'Tis Tit for Tat. 73 
 
 Their raven locks o'er shoulders spreading, 
 Adorned with plumes, of eagles shedding; 
 Armed with quiver, bow and arrow, 
 The chances seemed very narrow 
 
 To the one so firmly bound. 
 Through all my goods they had been looking, 
 And now, no doubt, my food was cooking. 
 They ransacked all except my bed, 
 Found not, the knife, beneath my head. 
 
 Placed where best it could be found. 
 
 When at the fire they all did gather, 
 I, with my knife, the thongs did sever; 
 While, there, around the fire they- sat, 
 Thinks I, my friends, 'tis tit for tat ; 
 
 And 'tis I who will command. 
 Now, there was scattered about, close by, 
 In water proof cloth, to keep it dry, 
 Powder, its use they not knowing, 
 And a package near me throwing, 
 
 Helped me do just what I planned. 
 
 Ah! thought I, just what I require! 
 A package I threw into the fire. 
 I then arose, attention drew 
 And pointing, cried, great Manitou ! 
 
 All went up mid smoke and flame. 
 There, like a statue, was I standing, 
 And their attention thus commanding, 
 Bringing to them a suggestion, 
 Leaving with them an impression 
 
 That from Manitou I came.
 
 74 I Now Controlled the Situation. 
 
 My open hand I did extend them, 
 Saying, thus, I would befriend them 
 When my meaning was understood, 
 Then came they, quickly as they could, 
 
 Falling, prostrate, to the grovnd. 
 I now controlled the situation ; 
 A cause for great congratulation 
 For these friends I had compassion, 
 Bade them rise and hunt the ration 
 That was scattered all around. 
 
 Now what remained of my provision, 
 I found was left in good condition ; 
 And, as I was much the older, 
 I put the load on their shoulder, 
 
 Thus from it I was relieved ; 
 Except the gun and ammunition 
 They must not touch, was my decision. 
 That their illusion remain strong 
 For my own safety, right or wrong, 
 
 They must always be deceived. 
 
 They searched and found most of the ration, 
 Prepared and cooked it in their fashion, 
 And offered me the better part : 
 I, to impress them at the start 
 
 Condescendingly received. 
 That they might know what I was thinking, 
 While at a fountain I was drinking, 
 I called attention to my hair 
 Then did their raven locks compare ; 
 
 And my meaning they perceived.
 
 Then, Single File, They Started Walking. 75 
 
 To show they understood my meaning, 
 They, like old age, on cane went leaning ; 
 Then walk, they would, swiftly along, 
 Hop, skip and jump, like young and strong 
 
 Nor could words more plainly say. 
 This gave me hope and forced conclusion 
 That the fount was not delusion; 
 The evidence sustained the truth, 
 That there is a fountain of youth, 
 
 And I bade them lead the way. 
 
 At first, in doubt, together talking, 
 Then, single file, they started walking. 
 I tried to follow on behind; 
 They walked too fast to suit my mind, 
 
 This, by signs, I let them know. 
 My gun, I made a crutch, when tired; 
 To set them thinking, I desired : 
 To see me shooting with my crutch, 
 'Twould be the same with all I'd touch ; 
 
 They would think I thundered so. 
 
 We traveled on till day was dying 
 Great flocks of cranes, o'er head were flying. 
 Now here, I saw another chance 
 Fcr their delusion to enhance 
 
 And mystify them more. 
 While busy with their supper, cooking, 
 Taking my gun, when none were looking, 
 To prime it well, I took great pains, 
 With care I pointed at the cranes 
 
 How the loaded gun did roar !
 
 76 Into the Forest, Little Knowing. 
 
 Around the fire was consternation ; 
 All I had done passed observation. 
 They stood in awe, but no one spoke ; 
 They saw me point at powder smoke, 
 
 And the dead bird at their feet. 
 They thought, by pointing with my finger, 
 Thunder would roar, and clouds would linger. 
 And this their minds did so impress, 
 It proved the ruse a grand success 
 
 The dead bird I bade them eat. 
 
 Day a,fter day we kept on going 
 Into the forest, little knowing 
 To what fate it might be leading 
 My mind was bent upon succeeding 
 
 And to all danger I was blind. 
 The end now came of weary tramping 
 I saw before me thousands camping 
 On the banks of a river, running. 
 Directly from the earth was coming 
 
 Thus the fountain I did find. 
 
 Around about this noble fountain 
 There lived a people, thousands, covnting. 
 Here the chieftain, proud and lofty, 
 With his wizzard sly and crafty 
 
 And his warriors bold and strong. 
 The patient mother at her duties. 
 With maidens plain and female beauties. 
 From the aged, whose forms are bending, 
 To the infant ere the weaning. 
 
 And of youths, a mighty throng.
 
 An Old Chief Was Near Me Standing. 77 
 
 Therefore at my journey's ending, 
 
 So great the throng about me standing, 
 
 By so many eyes inspected 
 
 It made me ,feel somewhat dejected, 
 
 And I now began to ,fear. 
 An old chief was near me standing 
 With looks severe, and so commanding, 
 And his wizzard standing by him 
 With looks that said, I'd like to try him, 
 
 Made me feel the danger near. 
 
 I felt I was in a position 
 Where I must play on superstition ; . 
 Making thousands think, as did the few, 
 That I was sent by Manitou 
 
 Powder tricks I must repeat 
 I was standing with fire near me; 
 To scare the wizzard, so he'd fear me, 
 I threw some ashes in the air 
 And some I scattered here and there, 
 
 Placing a pile at his feet. 
 
 This pile, I did with figures groove it, 
 Feeling quite sure he would move it; 
 At once he with his foot did scrape 
 And put my figures out of shape 
 
 I walked away in disgust 
 The chief then saw I was offended, 
 With look, the wizzard comprehended, 
 Told him to interfere no more, 
 Just what I had been fishing for 
 
 When I grooved the pile of dust.
 
 78 A Thousand Eyes Were Closel\ Watching. 
 
 I felt that I must do no botching, 
 A thousand eyes were closely watching 
 Now, in my pocket, for instant use 
 I had some powder that was loose 
 
 But no powder must they see 
 The powder must be in position 
 Beneath that pile, without suspicion. 
 A train of it must to me lead 
 If with my plans I would succeed, 
 
 How to do it puzzled me. 
 
 The situation was most trying 
 
 And quite serious, there's no denying. 
 
 Looking to see what I could do, 
 
 A black charred log came to my view 
 
 Plainly then I saw my way 
 The grooves and lines, that I was using. 
 Was for some future act excusing : 
 While I was making lines with care 
 I could be placing powder there, 
 
 Thus the grooves came into play. 
 
 Black charcoal from the log now scraping 
 And finely crumbled, like powder making, 
 Then some my pocket did receive, 
 That it was charcoal they'd believe. 
 
 When the powder I would use. 
 Now, in light earth a figure tracing. 
 And in the grooves black charcoal placing, 
 An image made, (near as I could) 
 Of the wizzard while there he stood, 
 
 As though 'twas done to amuse.
 
 Some Were Scared Almost to Dying. 79 
 
 A furrow running my direction, 
 With powder I filled without detection ; 
 Dropping my ramrod in the fire 
 As if by chance and not desire 
 
 At the end was red with heat. 
 Pointing upward their attention drew. 
 Then toward myself, cried Manitou ! 
 The powder horn placed at my head 
 And at the wizzard pointing, said 
 
 A devil from head to feet. 
 
 As if I now the first time spying 
 My ramrod, in the fire lying, 
 It, I quickly from the fire drew 
 Then at the wizzard I went piih, 
 
 As I did explode the mound. 
 Ashes and smoke in air went flying. 
 And some were scared, almost to dying 
 The crowd, it scattered far and wide, 
 The chief, alone, stood by my side, 
 
 The wizzard lay on the ground. 
 
 The old chief stood, no fear displaying ; 
 I saw he was the mystery weighing 
 The wizzard was but little hurt, 
 His skin was singed, and black with dirt, 
 
 He had swooned away with fear. 
 But with the chieif so closely spying, 
 Results were not so gratifying ; 
 Something convincing I must do, 
 What it would be, I hardly knew 
 
 The solution it was near.
 
 8o The Bird Came Tumbling O'er and O'er. 
 
 High over head, an eagle, flying, 
 Gave me a chance for once more trying 
 Pointing at plumes the old chielf wore, 
 Then up to where the bird did soar 
 
 To shoot it, the chance was slim. 
 My gun, as crutch now on it leaning, 
 So he would not catch its meaning, 
 I slipped some powder in the pan 
 To shoot the bird, it was my plan, 
 
 And the feathers give to him. 
 
 Although the eagle, high, was flying, 
 
 I thought the chance was worth the trying 
 
 The chief was startled by the roar, 
 
 The bird came tumbling o'er and o'er 
 
 And fell fluttering to the ground. 
 This was beyond his calculation, 
 He looked at me with consternation, 
 He picked it up, the bird was dead. 
 The plumes, I stuck around his head 
 
 And thus his friendship bound. 
 
 Conditions soon became assuring, 
 My friendship with the chief, seer ring 
 Good will of all, and by degrees 
 They left me do just as I please, 
 
 This greatly helped my mission. 
 Much of my tiire I spent discerning 
 Their modes of life, their language learning- 
 I asked the chief abort the ,fount, 
 He gave to me in full account 
 
 The following tradition :
 
 Thus the Fountain Did Command. 81 
 
 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH. 
 
 The mighty chief, great Ogalloo, 
 Once heard the voice of Manitou 
 Talking to him in seeming rage 
 About his form so bent with age, 
 
 With the fount so near at hand. 
 Looking down, through his night eye peeping, 
 He saw old age on people creeping. 
 Ashamed, he was of this disgrace; 
 Drawing a curtain o'er his face 
 
 Thus the fountain did command : 
 
 Back to the land of youth recede 
 And there upon its virtues feed ; 
 Bring youth and vigor in thy store 
 To feed these people on thy shore, 
 
 That their youth may with them stay. 
 Go chief, he said, thy slumber taking, 
 Be sure you wake as day is breaking; 
 Before the Day God tints the skies, 
 From thy slumbering bed, arise, 
 
 To the fountain haste away. 
 
 When morning did break 
 
 The chief did awake, 
 He hastened off down to the shore ; 
 
 At the fountain's brink 
 
 He though he would drink 
 As oftentimes did he before.
 
 82 And His Youth Came to Him Again. 
 
 No water was there 
 
 And in great despair, 
 He stood in the basin spell-bound; 
 
 He heard a voice say 
 
 Go bathe in the spray 
 When the water returns from the ground. 
 
 There in his old age, 
 
 On the brink of life's stage, 
 When but few more years would remain, 
 
 He drank and did bathe, 
 
 In the return wave, 
 And to him his youth came again. 
 
 Now with all, this faith is abiding : 
 When shadows come, the full moon hiding, 
 The time is ripe, and then at hand 
 When the fountain returns to land, 
 
 Bringing youth to them again. 
 But I knew, when the moon was hiding, 
 A solar eclipse was o'er it gliding, 
 Therefore my faith, it was not great, 
 But still I thought it best to wait 
 
 And it might not be in vain.
 
 That Bridged the Space From Youth to Man. 83 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 YOUTH. 
 
 Youth! said Roy, who wants their youth again? 
 
 To walk barefooted through its stubbles; 
 To cut their teeth, and bear the pain 
 
 With all the other childhood troubles. 
 Who wants schooldays again to come? 
 
 And have no time for blowing bubbles ; 
 To find they cannot solve the sum, 
 
 And many other schoolboy troubles. 
 
 Youth ! Why to me it seems the truth, 
 It is foolish to want our youth. 
 When young, we thought how great the span, 
 That bridged the space from yorth to man 
 No doubt the thoughts stored in that ball 
 To my memory did these words recall. 
 Well John, how does the story run? 
 Tell me all Alfonso said and done.
 
 84 Alfonso's Story Is Strange if the Truth. 
 
 Alfonso's story is strange if the truth : 
 
 He passed through all dangers quite free from harm 
 By the use of his wits and not his arm, 
 
 And discovered the red man's fountain of youth. 
 
 From tradition he learned that he must wait 
 Until an eclipse is on the full moon 
 A long time it may be, but possibly, soon 
 
 He'll drink from the fountain and know his fate. 
 
 As the dinner hour has passed, luncheon we will eat, 
 Then what I have written, to you I'll repeat; 
 And as the night is cool we will start a fire, 
 Then another ball exhaust before we retire. 
 Sitting in their cosy room by the light of gas, 
 They exposed another ball, a beautiful topaz, 
 An^ Roy began to talk, while holdino- it in hand, 
 Of the fount of youth, and a voice from spirit land.
 
 As I Lay There, Thinking, Dreaming. 85 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 On the Fountain Eclipse of the Moon The Water Recedes Into 
 Earth Drifting into Night Spirit of Nilli's Mother Passing Through 
 Earth's Crust With a Stone for Altar Ad Interum. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPIRIT LAND. 
 
 One night while on the fountain floating, 
 
 The air was close and warm, 
 I plainly saw there, in my musing, 
 
 Sionilli's face and form. 
 'At the North star was I gazing, 
 
 Remembering her promise, true, 
 "When the North star meets my vision 
 
 All my thoughts will be with you." 
 
 As I lay there, thinking, dreaming, 
 
 With the bright full moon above, 
 Again I saw their forms so plainly, 
 
 Sionilli and the dove. 
 Saw them on the vessel riding, 
 
 Then she sprang into the sea, 
 And I heard her plainly saying 
 
 Alfonso, I come to thee
 
 86 Bore Me From the Light of Day. 
 
 Then did words of the tradition 
 
 With my thoughts become atune, 
 As I saw dark shadows creeping, 
 
 Creeping slowly o'er the moon; 
 Creeping, oh! so slowly creeping 
 
 That I ,felt I could not wait 
 Till the time to drink the water 
 
 That would tell me of my fate. 
 
 Now the stars, more brightly shining 
 
 As the shadows darker grew, 
 All at once, while I was watching, 
 
 Did they disappear from view ; 
 Feeling, of the greatest wonder 
 
 To my mind did this give birth, 
 For I knew not that the waters 
 
 Were receding into earth. 
 
 Thinking only, that the shadows 
 
 Covered both the stars and moon, 
 For I knew not I was drifting, 
 
 Drifting onward to my doom ; 
 Till I heard the waters rushing 
 
 And my boat grate on the wall, 
 Then remembering the tradition 
 
 I did comprehend it all. 
 
 Then to check the onward, rushing, 
 
 I did try in every way; 
 But the boat, it kept on going; 
 
 Bore me from the light of day.
 
 Oh! My God, Can This Be Right? 87 
 
 Bore me onward in the darkness, 
 Onward, onward into night; 
 
 Then did I cry out in anguish. 
 Oh ! My God, can this be right ? 
 
 Thus to bring two lives together, 
 
 Have them live to grow as one, 
 Just to tear those lives assunder 
 
 But a few years later on? 
 Oh my Nilli, must I leave thee, 
 
 In the darkness here to die ! 
 Fare the well my Sionilli ! 
 
 Hear me say my last good-bye ! 
 
 But hark ! Is it a voice I hear 
 
 In this stigian darkest tomb? 
 That to me so plainly says : 
 
 Alfonso, shake off thy gloom ! 
 Fear me not, 'tis Isabella, 
 
 Your cousin's voice you hear ; 
 And soon she will be with you 
 
 Her form and face, it will appear. 
 
 Then the darkness it grew brighter 
 
 And a mystic glow was here ; 
 Plainly there within a halo 
 
 Did her face and form appear. 
 It was Sionilli's mother 
 
 In her form so pure and bright, 
 With angel smile was saying: 
 
 I am with you here to-night.
 
 Did They Know There Is No Death. 
 
 When you thought that I was dying, 
 
 Saw the life and death in strife, 
 It was but the bud expanding, 
 
 Blossoming to higher life. 
 When you thought that I had left you 
 
 'Till the resurrection day, 
 I was trying hard to tell you 
 
 That I would with Nilli stay. 
 
 When you saw my senseless body 
 
 Lying there a mould of clay, 
 How I tried then, to impress you 
 
 / ivas not in death's decay 
 Oh ! to those who think they're dying, 
 
 Struggling so to keep their breath, 
 How sweet to them would te the changing, 
 
 Did they know, there is no death. 
 
 I have been with you and Nilli 
 
 Ever since I lost my breath ; 
 To impress you, I was trying, 
 
 But you thought me cold in death. 
 Had you known that I was living, 
 
 Living here and not above, 
 On the pathway of your thinking 
 
 Could I come to those I love. 
 
 But so often would your thinking 
 
 Send me from you, ifar away ; 
 Send me to that far off heaven, 
 
 Close the gates and bid me stay;
 
 Bringing Friends to Friends, Again. 89 
 
 Little knowing that your thinking- 
 Was my pathway to your brain, 
 
 Which, without your memory leading 
 I would strive to find, in vain. 
 
 Oh ! the cruel thought of dying ! 
 
 Leaving not the gates ajar; 
 Parting friends, perhaps forever, 
 
 By forgetting that they are ; 
 By forgetting their existence 
 
 That no pathway will remain, 
 Leading back to recognition, 
 
 Bringing friends to friends, again ! 
 
 I have been with you and Nilli, 
 
 Ever with my precious dove, 
 Molding her affections for you, 
 
 Impressing you with mother-love ; 
 But the shadows now are breaking, 
 
 Soon my form will fade away, 
 Don't forget that I am living 
 
 And with you and Nilli stay. 
 
 Through earth's crust you now are gliding 
 
 You will better understand 
 When, the darkness disappearing, 
 
 You will view an inner-land. 
 Be not despondent, dear Alfonso, 
 
 What I tell you is the truth : 
 Sionilli now awaits you, 
 
 Waiting near the land of youth.
 
 90 Back to Life and Light Again. 
 
 Her face and form now growing dimmer, 
 
 From my vision passed away, 
 As the darkness it grew brighter, 
 
 Brighter like the dawn of day ; 
 And before me was a glimmer 
 
 Like a twinkling star, at night, 
 Coming closer, growing larger 
 
 'Twas an opening into light. 
 
 Soon, the waters floating through it 
 
 On its bosom, was I born 
 From the blackest stygian darkness, 
 
 To the smiling light of morn ; 
 From desponding desperation 
 
 To the hope I thought was vain, 
 From the doom I thought was coming, 
 
 Back to life and light, again. 
 
 I was now within a cavern 
 
 With towering walls on every hand, 
 And ahead a little distance 
 
 Did the stream flow into land. 
 I seized a limb, there overhanging, 
 
 And my boat I drew to shore, 
 In a nook secured it firmly 
 
 And was safe on land once more. 
 
 When I stepped upon the landing 
 Where the towering walls arose, 
 
 Like a grand old chapel, seeming, 
 Did these mighty walls inclose.
 
 And Here, With Rock for Altar. 91 
 
 And here, with rock for altar, 
 Where 'no foot had ever trod 
 
 I bowed me down with gratitude 
 In thankful prayer to God. 
 
 Now there came to me an answer 
 
 To my question in the night, 
 As if a voice was plainly saying : 
 
 All that God will do is right; 
 But your mind's the only pathway 
 
 Over which his will can come; 
 If this way be closed by doubting 
 
 Then his Will cannot be done.
 
 92 The Rails May Spread Under Him. 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 A DARK DREAM. 
 
 Well, said Roy, as he arose from the bed, 
 
 'Twas an awfnl dark dream that passed through my head 
 
 In a dungeon most dark the time did pass 
 
 From the time I touched that yellow topaz; 
 
 'Twas never so dark from the day of my birth 
 
 Oh ! say John, have I been inside of the earth ? 
 
 Pray enlighten me, John, in all that was said 
 
 From the moment when I reclined on the bed. 
 
 Yes Roy, Alfonso passed through the crust of the world 
 
 As you did suggest, through a chasm was hurled 
 
 In darkness so intense, destruction seemed his doom. 
 
 But safely did he land in a rather small room. 
 
 In a very deep cavern indeed, was he hurled, 
 
 There amid towering crags, shut out from the world ; 
 
 And at his journey's end, for I very much doubt 
 
 If another trick he'll find that will help him out. 
 
 No danger there, said Roy, Fonso will do his part ; 
 If they catch him napping, they'll be awfrl smart, 
 For if the troubles come and pile around him, thick, 
 All emergencies he'll meet, and that pretty quick. 
 He started out to win, and no power can hold him back, 
 The rails may spread under him but he'll keep the track; 
 He will reach his journey's end, he feels this is true, 
 Faith in his destiny is bound to see him through.
 
 Nilli Now Awaits Yon. 93 
 
 Oh ! I forgot to tell you, Roy, to Fonso, in earth's shell 
 Isabella's spirit came, and this to him did tell : 
 Nilli now awaits you, near the land of youth, she said ; 
 But how she ever got there, I can't get through my head. 
 Fonso was on the fountain when the stream flowed into land ; 
 That through earth's shell he floated, I can understand, 
 But how could Sionilli who lived way off in Spain, 
 Get there before he did, to me is not so plain. 
 
 Read your notes to me, said Roy, and I may find the key 
 
 Fonso says when in dreams, asleep in his canoe, 
 From a vessel deck he saw her plunge into the sea, 
 
 She no doubt did also find an opening straight through 
 While wasting time to speculate on the how and where 
 
 Raise that lid, no doubt you'll find a ifull solution there. 
 John raised the lid and brought to view an agate, striped about, 
 
 Which spoke of Fonso 'mid those walls, and how he did get 
 out.
 
 94 Down in This Cavern,. Deep, Confined. 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 Down In a Deep Cavern Confined--A Collosal Tree Alfonso 
 Dreams Knock and It Will Open Unto Thee A Dwelling in the Tree 
 The Way Out Starts With the Pack and Gun Upon the Mountain 
 Crest A Wonderful View The Inner Land From the Fountain to the 
 Sea The Dwelling Place of Man Rules the Master O'er the Slave The 
 Serpent's Charm A Victim Hypnotized Not Your Child But the 
 Horrid Reptile Dies Ad Interum. 
 
 NIL DESPERANDUM. 
 
 Down in this cavern deep, confined, 
 
 Am I doomed to live and die? 
 The crags, they rise on every side, 
 
 Ledge on ledge, they reach the sky : 
 No exit through these walls I find, 
 
 No opening can I see, 
 There is no way I can devise 
 
 That will help to set me free. 
 
 Now, to keep it from the natives, 
 
 In the locker I did hide 
 A full store of provisions ; 
 
 (The gun I kept at my side) 
 Therefore was I well provided 
 
 For such an emergency 
 Breakfast from this store now eating, 
 
 Soon did sleep steel over me.
 
 For Up Among the Tozvering Cliffs. 95 
 
 While I lay here soundly sleeping, 
 
 Did the stream resume its course ; 
 To the fountain was returning 
 
 With a rushing torrent force; 
 To the roojf, the cavern filling, 
 
 Closing where I floated through, 
 'Till the level of the water 
 
 Hid the opening from view. 
 
 But remembering how all troubles 
 
 That arose along my way, 
 Disappeared like passing shadows 
 
 From the bright sunlight of day, 
 Then I cried, Nil Desperandum, 
 
 I will have no worrying care ! 
 Not until my breathing ceases 
 
 Will I give up in despair ! 
 
 Far up among the towering cliffs 
 The sky was clear and blue, 
 
 But no sun in sight was seen, 
 
 It, no doubt, had passed from view 
 
 Thinking the day was near its close 
 I prepared for coming night ; 
 
 I gathered fuel to build a fire, 
 Cook my food and give me light. 
 
 Now here against the wall there stood, 
 And so close it seemed a part, 
 
 A tree-trunk that was colossal 
 
 Full four feet from bark to heart.
 
 96 In the Power That Shapes the End. 
 
 Out from the trunk, the branches spread 
 And so closely did they grow, 
 
 A perfect shelter from the weather 
 Was there, on the ground below, 
 
 Here with the fuel I built a fire 
 
 And while yet the day was light, 
 Brought from the boat all I'd require 
 
 For my comfort in the night. 
 I cooked and ate my evening meal 
 
 Then declining light of day 
 Soothed my mind as a lullaby, 
 
 So like a dream it passed away. 
 
 So gradual came the shade of night, 
 That with day's departing gleam 
 Once more did slumber close my eyes 
 
 In sleep, to dose, then to dream. 
 And Isabella, in my dreams, 
 
 Once more was by my side 
 Fear not, said she, your way seems closed. 
 
 Firmly in your Ifaith abide. 
 
 Plainly in dreams, her form stood there 
 
 Tapping softly on the tree. 
 Alfonso, knock, I heard her say, 
 
 It will open unto thee. 
 Remember that there is a friend, 
 
 Do not falter, do not doubt ; 
 In the power that shapes the end 
 
 Trust, and it will lead thee out.
 
 / Thought It No Use to Try. 97 
 
 Awaking from my dreams, next morn, 
 
 In such ethereal light, 
 That perimeated everything 
 
 So every nook was bright ; 
 Not like the sun's refracted rays, 
 
 But a more ethereal glow, 
 Nor did those mighty towering walls 
 
 Cast their shadows down below. 
 
 While lying there and pondering how 
 
 This mystery could be explained, 
 I noticed that the limbs were wet 
 
 And dripped as though it rained ; 
 The night was clear, the morning bright 
 
 And no clouds were in the sky 
 'Twas a problem I con Id not solve, 
 
 I thought it no use to try. 
 
 My last night's dream now came to mind 
 
 And I wondered what it meant, 
 For this strange dream I had no doubt 
 
 Was a message to me sent. 
 Knock, it said, but where shall I knock ? 
 
 This did greatly puzzle me 
 While pondering T took the axe 
 
 And pounded on the tree. 
 
 The trunk was nothing but a shell 
 I concluded from the sound ; 
 
 A better shelter it would make 
 Than sleeping on the ground :
 
 98 This to Me Was a Paradox. 
 
 Therefore, with my ax I did cut 
 
 An opening for a door. 
 And found the space within the tree 
 
 Was eight feet square, or more. 
 
 This to me was a paradox, 
 
 For the room within the tree 
 Was twice as large as the shell 
 
 Had space on the ground to be. 
 The trunk had grown along the rocks 
 
 Fully eight feet it is true, 
 But from the front back to the wall 
 
 It was hardly four feet through. 
 
 Am I deceived as to those walls? 
 
 And possibly, can it be 
 That there is an opening in the cliff 
 
 And a space behind the tree? 
 Once more I pounded with n\v axe 
 
 And it gave a hollow sornd ; 
 Then peeking through a hole. I made. 
 
 I saw it was open grornd. 
 
 An opening in the cliff, I see, 
 That the tree in growing fills ! 
 
 A gorge, that leads between the bluffs, 
 Far out among the hills !
 
 A Dwelling in the Tree. 99 
 
 This mighty tree, once but a twig, 
 
 Did grow from wall, 
 Which did in time the opening fill, 
 
 Leaving no space at all. 
 
 Now with my axe, an opening 
 
 I thought to cut, with care, 
 A slab for door, that I could close 
 
 And fasten, when not there ; 
 I did not know what coming time 
 
 Might have in store for me, 
 Here T could have a shelu-red spot, 
 
 A dwelling in the tree. 
 
 I gathered leaves along the bluff 
 
 And piled them on the floor ; 
 Then over this I spread my furs, 
 
 A soft bed I had once more. 
 My stores, I brought them from the boat, 
 
 And the boat I hid away ; 
 Prepared my journey to resume 
 
 At the dawn of coming day. 
 
 Waking next morn with grateful heart 
 
 That my way was made so clear, 
 With faith renewed, of being led, 
 
 I arose with hope and cheer ; 
 My morning meal I first did eat, 
 
 Then, with my packing done, 
 I closed my house within the tree 
 
 And started with pack and gun.
 
 ioo And Reached the Mountain Top. 
 
 The way now led between the cliffs 
 
 Whose tops did pierce the sky ; 
 But as I walked my pathway rose, 
 
 The buffs seemed not so high. 
 At last I came among the hills 
 
 Where ledges all di'd stop, 
 From hill to hill I mounted up 
 
 And reached the mountain's top. 
 
 Oh, such a vision met my gaze, 
 
 In such a wonderous light ! 
 Above, the sky was bright and blue, 
 
 But with no sun in sight ! 
 The mellow light of early dawn, 
 
 A soft, etheral glow, 
 Yet bright as light of mid-day sun 
 
 Smiled on the world, below. 
 
 Far and near the mountain tops 
 
 Like glistening snow did gleam, 
 And down below the mountain sides 
 
 Were dressed in emerald green ; 
 The rivers, winding in and out 
 
 Among the wooded hills, 
 Their young, they to their bosoms take, 
 
 The creeks, the brooks and rills. 
 
 Sparkling in the open glade 
 
 Like a wriggling silver snake ; 
 Rolling, tumbling o'er the rocks. 
 Sleeping in the placid lake ;
 
 From the Fountain to the Sea. 101 
 
 Then through green fields of grass and grain, 
 Down the channel, once more free, 
 
 Gathering volume, as they flow 
 From the fountain to the sea. 
 
 No savage land here meets the view, 
 
 But to me, oh what a charm 
 Is in that dwelling place of man, 
 
 And the cabins on his farm ! 
 Here mid broad fields of cotton, white, 
 
 Waving corn and sugar-cane, 
 And there, like golden sunset scene, 
 
 Rolling plains of golden grain ! 
 
 Oh, can this be that inner-land 
 
 Isabella said I'd see? 
 But where's the sun? Nowhere it shines, 
 
 Does earth's crust hide it from me? 
 If this be so, whence come these rays, 
 This soft melifluous light? 
 And with no sun to rule the days 
 
 What causes the day and night ? 
 
 Twas a weary tramp among the hills 
 
 Climbing to the mountain's crest, 
 My tired limbs became so weak, 
 
 Warning me to stop and rest ; 
 And lying down I fell asleep, 
 
 Slumbering on a grassy bed, 
 There in my dreams I saw the route, 
 
 Down the mountain it led.
 
 IO2 Hoping There to Find a Friend. 
 
 Down the mountain side mid bluffs and rocks 
 
 And throrgh vegetation rank, 
 A 1 eaten path to a hamlet led 
 
 Close beside the river bank. 
 \Yith gun and pack I hastened on. 
 
 That before the day would end, 
 I'd reach this dwelling place of man 
 
 Hoping there to find a friend. 
 
 That dwelling with so many cabins, 
 
 To my mind this thought it gave : 
 In this grand and fertile country 
 
 Ruled the master o'er the slave ; 
 And to show how well I reasoned. 
 
 That my inference was true, 
 Down the path a little distance 
 
 Stood a maid of ebon hve ; 
 Playing near her was an infant, 
 
 Golden locks, and face so fair, 
 Plainly said a slave in bondage 
 
 Watching o'er the infant there. 
 
 Xow. just as I had thus concluded, 
 
 A look of horror on her face, 
 Caused me to wonder at its meaning 
 
 And to walk with hurried pace 
 The girl stood where the bluff had ended, 
 
 Just ahead was open lawn 
 I reached the spot, 'twas but a moment. 
 
 There the sight I looked upon
 
 Just as Helpless as the Dead. 
 
 103 
 
 Destroyed in me all power of action, 
 All my reasoning senses fled ; 
 
 And for a time I stood there staring 
 Just as helpless as the dead. 
 
 A VICTIM HYPNOTIZED. 
 
 Close to the rock the infant wandering 
 
 Where it seemed to be at play ; 
 Now here then there ,the child was running, 
 
 Looking always but one way ;
 
 104 Save My Child!. Oh Save My Child! 
 
 With eyes protruding, staring, staring 
 
 At an opening in the rock ; 
 'Twas there we saw the horrid object 
 
 That gave our sences such a shock. 
 
 Along the ledge full thirty feet 
 
 Lay a reptile, black as night, 
 With fiery eyes fixed on the child 
 
 Like electric sparks of light. 
 Knowing the serpent's power to charm, 
 
 I now fully realized, 
 The child was by its subtle power 
 
 Held a victim, Hypnotised. 
 
 As the serpent forward moves its head 
 
 Wider do those jaws extend ; 
 The victim's powers are paralyzed, 
 
 Soon its youthful life must end ; 
 But No ! I cried, this shall not be ! 
 
 I, that youthful life will save ! 
 Though my body takes its place 
 
 And in the reptile finds a grave ! 
 
 When the mother heard the servant scream, 
 
 She hastened there in terror, wild ; 
 With such pleading looks that plainly said: 
 
 Save my child ! Oh, save my child ! 
 Her trembling form fell to the grornd 
 
 When she saw the horrid sight, 
 And sobbing, moaned, Oh save my child 
 
 From the demon of the night !
 
 Not Your Child, But the Horrid Reptile Dies. 105 
 
 But what can I do to save the child, 
 
 I dare not shoot for fear I'll miss 
 My powers returned, I seized a limb 
 
 And swung me up the precipice. 
 As with axe its spinal chord I cut 
 
 My relieved emotion cries : 
 My aim was true, it's not your child, 
 
 But the horrid reptile dies !
 
 io6 Could It Be the Creator's Plan. 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 HYPNOTISM 
 
 From that awful reptile oh save me ! Roy said, 
 As from trance he awoke and sprang from the bed. 
 Such a serpent, the largest that ever was seen 
 Oh now I understand ! 'Twas only a dream. 
 I am awfully glad that it was not true. 
 For with ease, it could swallow both me and you 
 A most horrible force with the serpent, lies 
 In its powers to charm, or to hypnotize. 
 
 Could it be, said John, the Creator's plan, 
 To give such a power to serpent or man? 
 Such a power, would he to an angel trust, 
 Much less to reptiles that crawl in the dust? 
 From the demon this force they must receive, 
 Nothing more dangerous to man could be given, 
 Possessing such power, well might we believe 
 The weaker would by the stronger be driven.
 
 We Are Not Always on Guard. 107 
 
 One mind might another control, said Roy, 
 If first it can gain the subject's consent; 
 But without consent, none can it employ, 
 There is nothing to fear in that event. 
 
 In reasoning, said John, one thing you have missed : 
 The will, it is said, cannot be controlled 
 While 'tis on its guard, the force to resist, 
 But when off its guard this reasoning won't hold. 
 We're not always on guard the child with the snake 
 Knew not that a force was impressing its will 
 Till the serpent controlled, then it could not break 
 The charm that came so unsuspected and still. 
 
 When listening to those possessed of this power. 
 How little we know of the charms they may weave ; 
 We may listen to them a moment or hour, 
 Whatever they say our minds must believe. 
 The serpent weaves charm that its victim won't flee, 
 And by hypnotic force compells it to stay, 
 It is the same force that compells us to see 
 And accept for the truth, all that they may say. 
 
 If 'tis true, said Roy, what you say of the charm, 
 It should be suppressed ere it causes harm 
 Then grasping a ball, (a garnet deep red,) 
 Of Alfonso again talking, he said :
 
 io8 Doivn to the Rocks Below. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 The Accident A Grateful Mother The Master and the Slave 
 Right Earnestly Did She Discuss With Me The Slave's Superstition 
 The Demon of the Night Alfonso's Recovery Worship Across the 
 Inland Sea A Swift Voyage The Monument All are Free and Equal 
 Born Only Slaves After All The Sons of Patriot Sires Their Birth- 
 right Parcelled to the Few A New Acquaintance The Brotherhood 
 of Man An Invitation A Journey A Mighty River The Waterfall 
 Bow of Peace Ad Interum. 
 
 THE SLAVE 
 
 The great black reptile, not content 
 
 With the harm it had done, 
 Its squirming body writhing there, 
 
 While in its dying throes, 
 In contact with my body came 
 
 Ere I had time to run. 
 And knocked me from the precipice 
 
 Down to the rocks below. 
 
 In falling down deep, painful wounds 
 The rocks cut in my head ; 
 The projecting, jagged edges 
 
 Cut me just like a knife. 
 Although lying there, unconscious, 
 
 They saw I was not dead, 
 And they bore me to their dwelling 
 
 To nurse me back to life.
 
 In Her I Knew I Had a Friend. 109 
 
 While lying there upon the bed 
 
 In a clairvoyant state, 
 At times their thoughts I plainly read, 
 
 As over me they'd bend ; 
 The grateful mother's mind I read 
 
 As she would mourn my fate, 
 And in this time of need, I knew 
 
 In her, I had a friend. 
 
 By reading thought, I learned to talk 
 
 In their own dialect 
 So all that they would say, to me 
 
 The meaning was quite plain ; 
 And while recovering from the wounds 
 
 And of their bad effect, 
 Much knowledge of their ways o,f life 
 
 Did I thus obtain. 
 
 Two spheres of life, as far apart 
 
 As animal and man, 
 I found there was existing here 
 
 The master and the slave: 
 The master claiming that it was 
 
 The Great Creator's plan, 
 The slave should toil without the hope 
 
 To either make or save. 
 
 The slave with aspiration gone 
 Will kiss the hand that smites ; 
 
 Without a hope to lead them on 
 Incentive soon is dead,
 
 i io Was Less Hitman Than the Dog. 
 
 And with their powers hypnotized 
 They think not of their rights. 
 
 But like whipped curs, are satisfied 
 If they are only fed 
 
 With the kindly mother's care 
 
 I soon regained my strength, 
 And about the rights of slaves 
 
 Often in dialogue 
 She would with force, most earnestly 
 
 Discuss with me at length ; 
 Insisting, always, that the slave 
 
 Was less human than the dog. 
 
 I then inquired, how it was 
 
 That one so kind as she, 
 Could claim she had the moral right 
 
 To own a human soul 
 An intellectual sorl, a mind 
 
 With power to think and see, 
 Then to assume the right qf God 
 
 To dictate its controll. 
 
 Said she, across the inland sea 
 
 Another race, they say 
 Has views which are the same as yours 
 
 The bondsmen should be free ; 
 But there the few, they claim it all 
 
 And with starvation pay. 
 The masses starve, and then control 
 
 With lash of poverty.
 
 The Hired Slave Starvation Dreads. us 
 
 Tis true, I said, all are not free, 
 
 Necessity's a rod 
 With which the few in bondage, hold 
 
 The balance of mankind. 
 The birthright of humanity 
 
 Supplied :for all, by God, 
 The few control, and with this rod 
 
 The masses rule and bind. 
 
 When stern necessity demands, 
 
 They toil from year to year, 
 The hired slaves starvation dread 
 
 Should they not earn their pay ; 
 The slaves in bondage toil, because 
 
 The dreaded lash they fear, 
 As slaves in either case, they must 
 
 A master's will obey. 
 
 The reptile which I had slain was 
 
 The demon of the slave ; 
 They granted it more power than 
 
 They did the God of Light ; 
 And as like it, they too were black,. 
 
 To them this thought it gave : 
 A demon's curse upon their race 
 
 Made them children of the night. 
 
 Therefore was my recovery 
 
 To them a great event ; 
 And when among them I would come,. 
 
 They seem to think it right
 
 H2 For Me They Would Howe Died. 
 
 To worship me as one, who from 
 
 Another world was sent 
 To remove this curse, and destroy 
 
 The demon of the night. 
 
 The frenzy had become so great, 
 
 For me they would have died 
 Soon the masters feared my power 
 
 And they proposed to me, 
 If I would leave their country, 
 
 For me, they would provide 
 Free transportation to the land 
 
 Beyond the inland sea. 
 
 But in despair, the poor slaves were 
 
 When learning I would go. 
 'Twas hard to tear myself away 
 
 They begged and pleaded so ; 
 But normal strength I did regain, 
 
 The route it led my way, 
 No good would come if I remain. 
 
 I resolved to start next day. 
 
 The ship on which I crossed the sea 
 
 Had neither sails nor oar ; 
 But was propelled by what they called 
 
 Electro-magnet power. 
 Across the sea, two hundred leagues, 
 
 Through waves it cut and tore, 
 Swift as the eagle takes its flight, 
 
 Fullv sixtv miles an hour.
 
 All Men Are Free and Equal Born. 113 
 
 As we approached the other land, 
 
 First my attention drew 
 To a monument of marble, 
 
 There standing on the shore, 
 Inscribed with letters clear and bold, 
 
 That plainly came to view : 
 All men are free and equal born, 
 
 In this land, forevermore! 
 
 When landing on the shore, I saw 
 
 A great and varied throng : 
 The merchant and the laborer, 
 
 As they passed along ; 
 The citizen and the traveler 
 
 Whose time was unemployed, 
 The stout and lazy /foreman 
 
 Who did all work avoid. 
 
 With form so full of health and strength 
 
 In comfort sitting there 
 About him were the laborers, 
 
 With limbs both tired and weak 
 Wrestling hard with heavy burdens 
 
 More than their strength could bear, 
 Submitting to his curses 
 
 Whenever he would speak. 
 
 How's this ? I asked of one near by, 
 
 Are not these men all free? 
 Yes, free to work just when they please, 
 
 My neighbor said to me.
 
 114 To Keep the Hungry Wolf Away. 
 
 Of one who toiled I then inquired, 
 
 My Friend what do you say ? 
 No choice said he, but slave, to keep 
 
 The hungry wolf away. 
 
 We have no choice, but must accept 
 
 Such work as we can find ; 
 But for the mouths to feed at home, 
 
 If fate was only kind 
 And would not give unto the few 
 
 Control of all the bread, 
 For such as he, we would not toil, 
 
 In plantive tones, he said. 
 
 My neighbor then said of these men : 
 
 They need not work and slave. 
 If they will all their time employ, 
 
 And their wages save 
 That is not tire, came from the crowd, 
 
 For we can do no more 
 Than keep the gaunt and hungry wolf 
 
 From entering the door! 
 
 I asked my neighbor what they pay 
 
 These men ;for work, per day. 
 The sum he gave, for one full meal, 
 
 A man of wealth would pay. 
 That man of oaths, who drives these slaves, 
 
 How much does he demand ? 
 Said he, to push these men at work 
 
 More pay can he command.
 
 Do They Not Well Their Duties Do? 115 
 
 If these men would stay at work 
 
 And their wages save, you say, 
 Each a competence could earn 
 
 And save for the rainy day; 
 Now your family, I would ask, 
 
 Would they not the offer spurn, 
 To live upon all the pay 
 
 One laborer could earn ? 
 
 Yet you demand of these poor men 
 
 That they their wages save, 
 And have them live on scarce enough 
 
 To keep them from the grave ; 
 Their children robbed, of all life's joys, 
 
 Its pleasures and its fun ; 
 Why should your children have it all 
 
 And these poor souls have none? 
 
 The sons of sires who fought and bled 
 
 In their country's cause, 
 Do they not well their duties do. 
 
 Obey their country's laws? 
 The commonwealth, defended by 
 
 Those sires so tried and true. 
 This birthright of those patriot's sons, 
 
 You parcel to the few ! 
 
 All men are free and equal born, 
 Those noble sires proclaimed; 
 
 They are with certain right endowed, 
 First of which thev named
 
 u6 The Right to Live and Happiness Pursue. 
 
 Is liberty, the right to live 
 
 And happiness pursue 
 This latter right your laws soon changed 
 
 And gave it to the ; few. 
 
 You're right said one who stood near by, 
 
 The rich, the masses own, 
 A snarling pack of wolves, he said, 
 
 Contending for the bone ; 
 The dogs on top, do all they can 
 
 To overcome the others : 
 Not so, the land from whence I came, 
 
 There all mankind are brothers. 
 
 What right had they who held control, 
 
 The unborn child to rob ? 
 For pottage mess, sell to the few 
 
 And dub the rest a mob? 
 Each child that's born, has thus heen robbed 
 
 Of what to it belonged : 
 The income of the commonwealth, 
 
 Of its share has been wronged. 
 
 All men are truly equal in 
 
 The land I call my home ; 
 In common, all things there are owned 
 
 And paupers are unknown, 
 The commonwealth is not for sale. 
 
 As equal partners all, 
 Both the labor and its income, 
 
 Alike on each doth fall.
 
 Where Each and All Are Brothers. 
 
 He told me much about this land, 
 
 And if I'd with him go, 
 He'd show how all worked hand in hand, 
 
 That all he said was so; 
 And as it led me towards the goal 
 
 Wherein my hopes did lay, 
 I promised I would with him go 
 
 And start the coming day. 
 
 I found this friend so full of life. 
 
 So confident of joy, 
 And as a fear of coming want 
 
 Did not his mind annoy, 
 I said to him, you must have wealth? 
 
 He said, no more than others, 
 A nation's subjects all are rich 
 
 Where each and all are brothers. 
 
 As we did journey through the land, 
 
 This thought in me grew strong : 
 The words upon the monument 
 
 Were both absurd and wrong; 
 For here the abject slave must toil 
 
 Where burning sun doth shine, 
 While at their ease in cooling shade 
 
 The rich may pass their time. 
 
 When riding by palacial homes, 
 
 I saw the favored few 
 Enjoying all earth's luxuries 
 
 With nothing else to do;
 
 Only the Crumbs Allow. 
 
 Enjoying wealth, that sons of toil, 
 
 Produced by sweat of brow ; 
 But to the ones producing all 
 
 Only the crumbs allow. 
 
 Our route now led among the hills, 
 
 Winding through grove and glade 
 Oft times a sound like sighing breeze 
 
 On listening senses played ; 
 Then when we reached the higher ground 
 
 More marked became the tone, 
 There came more plainly to our ears 
 
 A sound like deep sea's moan. 
 
 Descending now, down in the vale 
 
 Where ran the rippling stream, 
 The sound died gently on the breeze 
 
 Like the passing of a dream. 
 What sound is that, I asked my friend, 
 
 That falls upon the ear? 
 The mighty stream that bounds my hoire 
 
 Said he, is drawing near. 
 
 Again, when rising up the hill 
 
 The sound more loudly grew ; 
 And when we reached the highest point 
 
 The river came to view. 
 Oh ! such a grand majestic stream 
 
 My sight ne'er viewed, before! 
 Rolling there between the Iv.lls 
 
 A league from shore to shore.
 
 There Like the Smoke of Firing Gun. 119 
 
 Where first we reached the river's bank 
 
 The stream ran calm and slow ; 
 But as we traveled down the shore 
 
 More swiftly did it flow. 
 An object floating near the land, 
 
 At first with us kept pace; 
 With speed increasing, more and more, 
 
 Soon passed us in the race. 
 
 As onward swept the rushing tide 
 
 With raging torrent force, 
 More closely drew the parted shores 
 
 To check its onward course. 
 Out in mid stream, a towering rock 
 
 Seemed there, like fortress strong, 
 To hold the rushing waters, back 
 
 To where they did belong. 
 
 The torrent charged this fortress, firm, 
 
 And climbed far up its side, 
 There, like the smoke of firing guns 
 
 The spray spread high and wide; 
 The charge was vain It could not break 
 
 Or shake those massive walls 
 With froth and foam at this defeat, 
 
 Down o'er the ledge it falls. 
 
 Down o'er the ledge a thousand feet 
 
 It plunged, with angry roar, 
 Then calmly ran between its banks 
 
 A quiet stream, once more.
 
 I2O There Hangs the Bow of Peace. 
 
 As quietly its course renews, 
 All turbulence must cease, 
 
 For on the mist in varied hues 
 There hangs the bow of peace.
 
 Was It All Hallucination. 121 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 THE RIVER. 
 
 Oh that grand, majestic river 
 
 Floating there between the land ; 
 Onward rushing, swiftly, swifter 
 
 As those falls draw near at hand : 
 Rolling, tumbling, growling, grumbling, 
 
 Freting, foaming as in pain ; 
 Whirling, dancing, oh so entrancing 
 
 Is the picture, oh, so plain ! 
 
 Seething, boiling foam and bubble, 
 
 Misty fogging like the rain 
 Oh, I comprehend the trouble, 
 
 Only dreaming once again 
 Tell me John, and tell me truly, 
 
 Was this really all a dream ? 
 All those people and the landscape, 
 
 With that grand and noble stream ? 
 
 Floating there I saw about me, 
 Pictures of the varied scenes, 
 
 Was it all hallucination, 
 Saw I only in my dreams ?
 
 122 This Is What You Told to Me. 
 
 'Twas so life-like, every atom 
 Came to view as plain as day 
 
 Tell me all about my talking, 
 Every word that I did say. 
 
 What to you, Roy, was but dreaming, 
 
 Was to Fonso real and true. 
 When he saw the masses toiling, 
 
 Bound in slavery to the few. 
 When he saw the few enjoying 
 
 What the toiling masses earned, 
 Then the sence of such injustice 
 
 In his noble nature burned. 
 
 When he learned there was a country 
 
 Where, alike, all men were free, 
 With companion he then started, 
 
 This is what you told to me. 
 Traveling onward to the river, 
 
 Saw those waters all a whirl 
 You can tell me more about it. 
 
 When you grasp in hand this beryl. 
 
 Grasping this gem of greenish color. 
 
 Soon in slumbers deep Roy sank, 
 And in dreams again was riding 
 
 Down along the river's bank : 
 Then as down the stream he traveled, 
 
 Wider did the shores recede. 
 Across the river, saw the country 
 
 Where all alike were free, indeed.
 
 This Land There Is Nouglit to Pay. 123 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 Rolling Fields of Golden Grain In This Land There Is Nought to 
 Pay A Son of the Commonwealth Ties of Home and Hearth Was 
 It but Luck The Home of the Free and the Home of the Slave Op- 
 posite Sides of the Stream Two Rules of Life Upon the River The 
 Rich and Poor in Strife Lecture Halls, Churches, Operas and Schools 
 The Home of My Friend A Kindly Greeting The Hermit's Cave 
 She is Captive With the Noti Once More That Voice The Great 
 Hypnotic Scholar The Mystery Deepens He did not wait for My 
 Reply A Message From Sionilli -The Noti Battle of Armagedon The 
 Banquet Hall A Noble Feast Ad Interum. 
 
 We now had passed the hilly country ; 
 
 And when we reached a lower plain, 
 There came in view a fertile valley 
 
 Rolling- with fields of golden grain. 
 Upon the river's bank reposing, 
 
 A little village was in sight ; 
 And as the day was near its closing, 
 
 We thought to stop there over night. 
 
 Our journey overland now ending, 
 
 The following morn we crossed the stream ; 
 'Twas at this place my friend intending 
 
 He would deliver up the team. 
 When I proposed to share the hiring, 
 
 All laughing, said that's not our way ; 
 You'll find, dear brother, on inquiring, 
 
 Tn this land there's nought to pay.
 
 124 A Brother in TLat Family Asked Yon. 
 
 All property is owned in common, 
 
 The only tax there is to pay, 
 Is working at some avocation 
 
 For government, five hours per day ; 
 And once each year, for recreation, 
 
 We want a trip for sport or health, 
 All the expense of such vacation 
 
 Is settled by the commonwealth. 
 
 When in that stranger land I met you 
 
 And you came here at my request, 
 A brother in the family asked you, 
 
 And you are now that family's guest. 
 Now here, dear friend, we bid you welcome; 
 
 I asked you there, to come and see 
 That all mankind are truly equal, 
 
 In the land where all are free. 
 
 Although I am in the land of birth, 
 
 Welcomed as a brother and son, 
 The kindred ties of my home and hearth 
 
 Still beckon me to travel on. 
 To-morrow, my friend, for home I start. 
 
 Come there with me and take a rest, 
 Yes, visit my home, before we part. 
 
 Abide with me and be my guest. 
 
 Now, as his dwelling was on my way. 
 
 I thanked him for his kind request 
 Grateful, indeed, for this chance to stay. 
 
 For I was much in need of rest.
 
 125 
 
 Now was it my luck or was it fate, 
 
 That circumstances always led 
 Me on the way I go, so straight, 
 
 Providing me with food and bed? 
 
 On this side ojf the stream is the home of the free ; 
 
 But slavery exists on the other shore. 
 As we travel down the stream, my friend said to me, 
 Conditions compare, and plainly you'll see 
 
 The truth of the words I uttered before. 
 Upon this shore the freeman's hand you grasp wcth pride, 
 Cringing serfs you'll find on the other side ; 
 Of these two rules of life, which is the better plan : 
 The iron rule of wealth, or brotherhood of man ? 
 
 The boat now at the wharf they said would start at eight, 
 Travel down the stream, making points below ; 
 We went aboard at once, and while we there did wait, 
 We watched the laborers loading on the freight 
 
 As by that inland sea we watched before. 
 The freight the crew here moves is exactly the same, 
 That was moved from that boat, (from whence it really came) 
 In two hours all was moved to the boat from shore, 
 While it took them there, jfull another hour more. 
 
 Now this difference will be fully understood, 
 If the economic problems we compare : 
 Here, in this commonwealth the stronger, as they should, 
 Share burdens with the ones whose health is not so good, 
 Each one toiling as his strength will bear.
 
 126 Gk'inx to l : .ach a Share That Is Just and Right. 
 
 Xow knowing each will draw his share of commonwealth, 
 
 In laboring .for all, he labors for himself. 
 
 To no one he is bound ; his duty is to all, 
 
 And prides to work or fight at his country's call. 
 
 Xor as to health or strength do we divide the pay. 
 If the strong do more work, the weaker gives his mite, 
 \Yith strain upon his life, as much in every way 
 The pay that each receives is just the same per day 
 
 Giving to each a share thats just and right. 
 
 But on the other shore the master holds the sway. 
 And there the toiling slave a master must obey ; 
 He holds in hand the reins and drives them with this lash : 
 My will you must obey or you cannot have my cash. 
 
 With freight aboard, the boat now started down the stream ; 
 A landing first was made upon the other shore ; 
 Here, what my friend had said, I saw was not a dream : 
 The poor had only milk, the rich drank all the cream 
 
 And they who did produce, all the burdens bore. 
 A man of wealth was always treated as a lord. 
 For him, was everything the best they had on board ; 
 And I noticed that the poor were all considered trash, 
 For no commonwealth did back them with its cash. 
 
 While traveling down the stream, a glance from shore to shore 
 In contrast, plainly sho\ved the different modes of life : 
 The right had well kept parks, where dwellings all were good ; 
 But mansions, over grand, mid hovels, where they stood, 
 Showed on the other shore, the rich and poor in strife.
 
 Lecture Halls and Churches, Operas and Schools. 127 
 
 There, on crowded streets they together dwell, enmass ; 
 But when they chance to meet, are strangers, as they pass. 
 Not so upon the right, in villages they dwell. 
 They meet on common plain, and wish each other well. 
 
 They dwell there in content, supplied with all they need : 
 Lecture halls and churches, operas and schools. 
 And, educated well, the children are indeed, 
 In all affairs of life, not only taught to read, 
 
 But think ; and be more than educated fools. 
 Each day for public good, five hours are all employed 
 When they are strong and well. If strength is not enjoyed, 
 Learned doctors are at hand, to watch and guard the health- 
 Educated and employed by the commonwealth. 
 
 To the home of my friend we at last did arrive ; 
 And happy was the meeting of the family there 
 The wanderers return, the greatest joy of life. 
 When welcomed by his children, and a loving wife, 
 
 Sitt'ng with them in the once vacant chair 
 When I was introduced to loved ones of my friend. 
 The most kindly welcome, to me they did extend ; 
 They hoped that I would tarry till I regained my health. 
 And then become a son of their commonwealth. 
 
 The kindly greeting o'er, all gathered 'round the fire, 
 
 A happy circle there in the soft mellow light - 
 They told me of a rule which I did much admire: 
 To protect the family tie, do their laws require 
 Persons unemployed, to be home at night.
 
 128 Be not Stranger to Your Home. 
 
 Be not stranger to your home, this their proverbs say- 
 One third of the time, to visit friends each day ; 
 But when the night comes on, from loved ones cease to roam, 
 Be a link to bind the family tie, at home. 
 
 Here, every night it rains, but the day is always fair 
 When I awoke next morn, it was bright and clear 
 Taking a morning stroll, I noticed every where 
 The houses were all built abutting on a square ; 
 
 Fronting on the street, with the square in the rear. 
 In the center of each square, a large building stood, 
 Where all the food was cooked, for the whole neighborhood, 
 And delivered steaming hot at each family plate, 
 From the very best cooks, instructed by the state. 
 
 I saw much to interest, and some that did amuse, 
 As I passed along the way from time to time. 
 
 I saw that some were doing work, not anyone would choose ; 
 
 But these were criminals, the commonwealth did use 
 To do the hard and dirty work as a fine. 
 
 For the loyal citizen, duties all are light ; 
 
 The commonwealth will favor them in doing right : 
 
 But criminals, and those that will their duties shirk. 
 
 They are compelled to do the hard and dirty work.
 
 Home Is the Family Pleasure Spot. 129 
 
 HOME. 
 
 Home is the family pleasure spot, 
 
 Here no work is done, 
 Only to make the 1:eds and sweep 
 
 To dust and keep it clean. 
 Washing is done at launderies, 
 
 And all the ironing, too ; 
 And once a week the house is cleaned 
 
 By a scrubbing crew 
 The wife is not a family drudge, 
 
 But is the household qreen. 
 
 As cloth is woven at the mills, 
 
 And there the yarn is spun. 
 And as no corn is ground at home 
 
 Because the mill stones run 
 The government controlls all toil 
 
 For happiness and health. 
 The home is guarded from its cares 
 
 By the commonwealth. 
 
 Recreation in every town 
 
 The state provides for all : 
 The opera, to charm the ears,. 
 
 With harmony and song, 
 The theatre, to study life 
 
 Where curtains rise and fall, 
 And for the more enquiring minds, 
 
 The lyceum and lecture hall ; 
 Also the church for all to learn 
 
 The laws of rght and wrong
 
 130 // Pleased Me to the End. 
 
 One afternoon my friend and I 
 
 A lecture did attend. 
 The subject was hypnotic power; 
 
 It pleased me, to the end. 
 My friend, who saw the pleasure that 
 
 This subject to me gave, 
 Did tell me of an hypnotist 
 
 Whose home was in a cave. 
 
 In a dark cave among- the hills 
 
 Where massive rocks were piled, 
 A hermit lives, whose study is 
 
 This strange hypnotic jforce. 
 How old he is, if I would guess, 
 
 You would think me wild ; 
 But there he lived an aged man 
 
 When father was a child 
 Wandering along the winding stream 
 
 That ran there in its course. 
 
 Where is this cave, I asked my friend, 
 
 Near here, or far away ? 
 Quite early you must start . said he, 
 
 To make it in one day ; 
 But there are brothers everywhere 
 
 To keep you over night. 
 I did at once conclude to start 
 
 As soon as it was light.
 
 As Fondest Memory Backward Turns. 131 
 
 Traveling down the little stream 
 
 That wound among the hills, 
 The scenery recalls to mind 
 
 The outer world again. 
 As fondest memory backward turns 
 
 I see those rippling rills 
 And Sionilli (that dear name, 
 
 How my heart it thrills !) 
 At my side wandering with me there, 
 
 Among the hills of Spain. 
 
 Oh my Nilli, Sionilli ! 
 
 Was that promise vain ? 
 When you heard the spirit saying 
 
 We will meet again ! 
 Fear not Fonso, Nilli's near you ! 
 
 (Again it comes to me !) 
 She is captive with the Noti, 
 
 And you will set her free. 
 
 Yes, our Nilli is in danger; 
 
 A message she did send ; 
 And dear Fonso you can help her 
 
 If you'll be strong and brave. 
 Seek this great hypnotic scholar 
 
 And he will be your friend. 
 With his strange hypnotic power 
 
 'He will assistance lend. 
 He is looking for you Fonso 
 
 And waiting at the cave.
 
 Like a Cloud of Fire Leading 
 
 I <> 
 
 How knows he that I am coming? 
 
 This stranger to my life ; 
 And how knows he I am seeking, 
 
 Nilli, as mate and wife? 
 Once you said to Sionilli : 
 
 "A soul in life doth wait." 
 'Tis your soul said Isabella, 
 
 Now going to its mate. 
 
 The mystery deepens, what power 
 
 Does thus prepare the way 
 Like a cloud of fire leading. 
 
 Without effort from me ? 
 Is it Isabella's spirit 
 
 While hovering so near. 
 That impresses me? or is it 
 
 This sage that draws me here? 
 What though it be, fate leads me on, 
 
 Tis ruling destiny. 
 
 I hastened on by towering bluffs. 
 
 Overgrown with moss and fern ; 
 The stream flowed backward in its course, 
 
 Around a point did turn 
 And brought to view, 'mid towering rocks, 
 
 As grand as they could be, 
 An aged man at mouth of cave 
 
 Beckoning unto me.
 
 / Saw a Look of Scorn. 133 
 
 Tlrs grey, old man with eyes of fire 
 
 Yet mild as early morn, 
 Standing upon a ledge of rock 
 
 At entrance to a cave. 
 Looking at me. As I approached 
 
 I saw a look of scorn 
 Upon his face when he did see 
 
 My aged and feeble form. 
 
 This frail old man ! Oh can it be 
 
 He can our nation save ! 
 Art thou Alfonso ? he then asked, 
 
 Come from the world above ? 
 A message I now hold for you 
 
 Brought by a pure white dove 
 He did not wait for my reply, 
 
 But grasped me by the hand 
 And led me through an opening 
 
 Far back into the land. 
 
 A strange influence drew me on 
 
 Much like a serpent's charm, 
 Controlling all my mental force, 
 
 Resist it as I might. 
 Into that cavern, dark, I went 
 
 Without a thought of harm 
 My sense of fear seemed paralyzed, 
 
 I could not feel alarm, 
 But followed on with confidence 
 
 That everything was right.
 
 134 The Danger ft Is Grave. 
 
 Back through the cavern, dark as night, 
 
 To where the hills divide, 
 Here, in a gorge between the hills 
 
 The old man did reside. 
 In a cabin which he had built. 
 
 One of the crudest kind, 
 He lived a hermit life to learn, 
 
 The powers of will and mind. 
 
 A message on lightest paper 
 
 Enclosed within a quill, 
 Upon a pure white dove was found 
 
 Tied underneath its wings 
 This precious message I received, 
 
 And how my heart did thrill, 
 When I saw that Nilli's writing 
 
 All of the page did fill. 
 This message was in the letter 
 
 The dove to me did bring. 
 
 I am held a captive, Fonso, 
 
 In the great Xoti's hand. 
 And I send out my precious dove 
 
 To seek thee through the land ; 
 Your Nilli is now in trouble ! 
 
 The danger, it is grave ! 
 You must hasten to me, Fonso, 
 
 If vou would Xilli save.
 
 Think You She Is Captive Still 135 
 
 When did the message come? I asked, 
 
 Think you she is captive, still ? 
 Explaining its contents to him 
 
 So he would understand 
 It was two days ago, said he, 
 
 The dove came o'er the hill 
 In one day a messenger dove 
 
 Could such a distance fill, 
 Three days ago this messenger 
 
 Was in the lady's hand. 
 
 Then she may need me now ! I cried, 
 
 Oh, with no more delay, 
 Pray lead me through that passage, and 
 
 Direct me on my way. 
 Had I thy wings, oh dove, that I 
 
 Might fly to Nilli's side ! 
 Oh swiftest time in hurried flight, 
 
 Let me with thee ride. 
 
 Impulsive man you little know 
 
 Conditions we must fill, 
 If you would think to start alone 
 
 The captive to defend ! 
 To combat the Noti's power 
 
 Takes more than strength and skill, 
 And to succeed, we must some way 
 
 Destroy his mighty will, 
 For it is a demon power 
 
 With which we must contend.
 
 To Fight the Annagedon War. 
 
 With his great hypnotic powers 
 
 Other minds are his prey ; 
 As he contrails their power of thought 
 
 His will they must obey. 
 All, in the circle of his charm. 
 
 To other thoughts are blind 
 And if within this sphere you go 
 
 He would destroy your mind. 
 
 This demon's awful power, is 
 
 A menace to us all ; 
 To overcome it I have thought 
 
 And studied night and day ; 
 As many subjects I contrail 
 
 Who will obey my call 
 I now feel I have the power 
 
 To antidote his thrall. 
 And have decided to contest 
 
 His powers right away. 
 
 For many years, that I might guard 
 
 My people from his power, 
 I meditated many nights 
 
 Until the morning hour ; 
 And I have gained the power at last 
 
 The Noti soon will find, 
 To fight the Armagedon war. 
 
 This battle of the mind. 
 
 But now the day is near its close, 
 Abide with me to-night.
 
 You Are Indeed Our Fate. 137 
 
 For you will gain no time, at all, 
 
 By starting right away, 
 And while you stop with me to rest 
 
 I will prepare to fight. 
 My subjects will begin to march 
 
 At dawn of morning light, 
 But as their marching will be slow 
 
 Our start we can delay. 
 
 I am quite sure the time is ripe, 
 
 Traditions have foretold 
 That ifrom the outer world would come, 
 
 A being grey and old 
 With younger mate, a captive held 
 
 In the Noti's power. 
 That the great Noti he would slay 
 
 At nation's darkest hour. 
 
 You are the being old and grey 
 
 Seeking a younger mate, 
 And she now is a captive, held 
 
 In the great Noti's hand. 
 Now if this prophecy be true, 
 
 You are indeed, our fate! 
 But can one feeble man destroy 
 
 A power so strong and great ? 
 To me this seems so very strange 
 
 I cannot understand.
 
 138 This Seems Absurd, Indeed. 
 
 This strange mysterious force I found, 
 
 When rightly understood, 
 If properly controlled it might 
 
 Be used in doing good. 
 The Nod's source of power, I found 
 
 Was not the same as mine ; 
 For he did seek the demon will 
 
 While I sought the Divine. 
 
 Our supper I will now provide, 
 
 Then you can sit and read 
 While I impress my subjects minds 
 
 With how and when to move 
 Can you supply the food, I asked, 
 
 Two hungry men to feed ? 
 From that small store provide a meal? 
 
 This seems absurd, indeed ! 
 That all your wants I can supply 
 
 Said he I soon will prove. 
 
 Upon the table he now placed 
 
 Pure water from a spring 
 And from the embers on the hearth 
 
 Some roasted yams did bring. 
 He motioned me to join with him 
 
 At this simple fare 
 Of roasted yams and water, pure, 
 
 All the food he did prepare. 
 
 When we sat down he bowed his head 
 As if in silent prayer,
 
 The Scene Changed Everywhere. 139 
 
 And in quiet meditation 
 
 A moment did remain ; 
 Then making passes with his hand 
 
 The scene changed everywhere, 
 The cave and cabin disappeared, 
 
 A banquet hall was there, 
 The dining hall in Nilli's home 
 
 I now was in again. 
 
 On spread of damask, white, was plate 
 
 Of gold and silver ware ; 
 And purest wine ,from juice of grape 
 
 In crystal, sparkled there : 
 'Twas not a feast of flesh and fowl, 
 
 'Nor fish from stream or lake, 
 But simple food from mother earth, 
 
 This perfect feast did make. 
 
 A better meal I never ate 
 
 Nor drank of purer wine, 
 Although we always had the best 
 
 At Sionilli's home. 
 I gorged until the scene, it changed : 
 
 From banquet hall so fine 
 To the cave, where once more I sat 
 
 Upon the stool of pine, 
 Staring at skins of roasted yams 
 
 From which my meal did come. 
 
 Almost in terror there I sat, 
 Until he did explain
 
 14 My Mind Was Forced to See. 
 
 That by hypnotic force, his will 
 Held, and controlled my brain, 
 
 So just as he would feel and think 
 My mind was forced to see, 
 
 Leading it up to thoughts of home, 
 That lay dormant in me. 
 
 But time now flies, we start at dawn ; 
 
 This they must know he said. 
 And I must leave you for a time, 
 
 My thoughts they will require 
 The manuscript within this roll 
 
 I'm sure you never read 
 Something for you to pass the hours 
 
 'Til time to think of bed. 
 
 Rhythmic verse I do often read, 
 
 And this I much admire; 
 If this writing you will peruse 
 
 No doubt you'll find a light, 
 To help you comprehend the force 
 
 You saw and felt to-night 
 When I did open up the roll, 
 
 On title page did see 
 
 HYPNODIUS. 
 
 THE POWERS OF DEITY
 
 The Grandest Meal I Ever Did Eat. 141 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 LIFE IS BUT A DREAM. 
 
 Oh that banquet was perfect, said Roy, 
 As again he awoke from the trance ; 
 That sparkling wine, I could drink a cask 
 If only they would give me the chance. 
 That bright crystal and glittering plate, 
 Also that grand old banquet hall, 
 Where have they all gone ; oh, I now see : 
 Dreaming again, that's all. 
 
 But the supper, it surely was real, 
 I know I'm awake and taste it yet 
 The grandest meal I ever did eat 
 I had last night and don't you forget ! 
 At Nilli's home, I surely was there ; 
 Am I asleep, for how could that be ? 
 Wake me up John ! Oh now I know, 
 It was Fonso not me. 
 
 Yes Roy you had a perfect feast, 
 For you had roasted yam, 
 
 Which you enjoyed to say the least, 
 If it was all a sham.
 
 142 A Rosy Aineth\st. 
 
 Not many joys we strive to reach 
 Turn out just what they seem, 
 
 For aged experience will teach 
 That life is but a dream. 
 
 Yes life is brt a passing- dream 
 
 In which we all exist 
 Said Roy, grasping another ball, 
 
 A rosy amethyst, 
 In dreaming trance he closed his eyes, 
 
 Of self he lost control 
 And then to John he did recite 
 
 The contents of the roll.
 
 // Is the Battle Ground of Fate. 143 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 Hypnodeus A Casket Cast Up By the Sea A Downy Bed An 
 Army Marching lam Ad Interim. 
 
 HYPNODEUS. 
 
 THE HYPNOTIC POWERS OF DIETY. 
 
 The rule of life in ages past, 
 
 Was under the control 
 
 Of the Divine, the Perfect mind 
 
 Who then did rule the soul. 
 
 The human state was better then 
 
 Than at the present day, 
 
 And a great deal better, than it was 
 
 Six thousand years away. 
 
 Life consists of the Divine, 
 
 A pure all-perfect state ; 
 
 Or is controlled by demon power 
 
 And ruled by demon hate. 
 
 The human is the medium state, 
 
 Controlled for good or ill 
 
 By the Divine and Perfect Mind, 
 
 Or by the demon will. 
 
 It is the battle ground of fate 
 
 On which the war began, . 
 
 For the hypnotic power 
 
 To control the mind of man.
 
 144 The Right Thing, Just at the Proper Time. 
 
 In the Genises of time 
 
 Before man's sin began. 
 
 Divine then held hypnotic powers 
 
 Over the wills of man ; 
 
 The power which is referred to 
 
 Let it be understood, 
 
 The same is used by man today 
 
 For evil or for good ; 
 
 As do the subjects hypnotized. 
 
 The hypnotist's will obey, 
 
 So did the will of the Divine 
 
 Lead minds of men that day. 
 
 When the Divine control did act 
 
 Upon the human will. 
 
 Then did the human mind respond, 
 
 Divine thought to fulfill ; 
 
 And most perfect were the results, 
 
 Omnipotent, sublime ; 
 
 For the human did the right thing 
 
 Just at the proper time. 
 
 All then was perfect happiness, 
 
 The Eden time of life ; 
 
 They acted each in harmony 
 
 And all was free from strife. 
 
 Man did worship then, the true God, 
 The guardian of his soul, 
 Who held Divine hypnotic power, 
 The Kindgom and control.
 
 But There Was War in Heaven. 145 
 
 It was a power All Perfect 
 
 That could will no wrong, 
 
 For no elements of evil 
 
 Could, to Divine belong. 
 
 The demon power then did hold 
 
 All elements of ill ; 
 
 The human mind did not yet feel 
 
 The bane of demon will. 
 
 But there was war in heaven 
 
 Over the human soul, 
 
 The Divine and Demon powers 
 
 Contending for control ; 
 
 The human state was now invaded 
 
 By the demon power, 
 
 And the human mind knew no peace 
 
 From that day and hour. 
 
 The human was dissatisfied 
 
 For there was something wrong ; 
 
 Its state of peace and harmony, 
 
 Was now most surely gone. 
 
 The demon power had gained control 
 
 Over the human mind. 
 
 Divine w : sdom taking from it. 
 
 To truth making it blind 
 
 Then of tree of knowledge saying: 
 
 Its frrit is good to eat, 
 
 If man would rse his own will power 
 
 He soon world know the cheat.
 
 146 By Sweat of Face and Broiv. 
 
 Of how the God well knew the day 
 Man of this fruit would take. 
 A knowledge of good and evil 
 Upon his mind would break. 
 
 The tree of knowledge and its fruit, 
 
 From which came every ill, 
 
 Was throwing off Divine control 
 
 And using man's own will ; 
 
 Feeling that he. alone could act 
 
 And when a thing was done, 
 
 It was by his own mind conceived 
 
 And by his will power won ; 
 
 And as this thought within him grew, 
 
 The powers of Divine 
 
 Grew less to guide the will of man 
 
 And lead the human mind. 
 
 This fruit of knowledge man did eat 
 
 And from that day 'til now, 
 
 Stern necessity must he meet 
 
 By sweat of face and brow ; 
 
 Divine will cannot enter in 
 
 To perfect the human mind, 
 
 In what he thinks and what he does 
 
 He's like one who is blind. 
 
 Pie from that day was left alone 
 
 To fight with toil and care. 
 
 His work is not laid out for him, 
 
 Alone, he must the fruit prepare.
 
 Thorns and Thistles Must He Fight. 147 
 
 Of this fruit he has been storing 
 
 From that day until now, 
 
 Yet necessity's demanding 
 
 Will no rest allow. 
 
 And succeeding generations 
 
 Have added to his store, 
 
 Still necessity requires 
 
 Of him, more and more. 
 
 If this vast store be multiplied 
 
 By seconds of the time 
 
 In ages of eternity, 
 
 One thought of the Divine 
 
 Would be to man of more avail, 
 
 To keep him :from dispair, 
 
 To bring content and happiness 
 
 And free him from all care. 
 
 All knowledge man has gained 
 
 Or ever will attain, 
 
 Many ills of imperfection 
 
 Will in it still remain. 
 
 Thorns and thistles must he fight 
 
 Hopeless of full reward, 
 
 Until hypnotic powers, Divine, 
 
 Can fully be restored. 
 
 The tree of knowledge will then die 
 
 And no fruit will remain. 
 
 By perfect wisdom, the Divine 
 
 Will lead man's mind again ;
 
 148 In Harmony Sublime. 
 
 And then humanity will be 
 In harmony sublime, 
 For the right thing mankind will do 
 Just at the proper time. 
 
 THE DELUGE. 
 
 The deluge of hypno-demon power overswept the land, chang- 
 ing all nature from a state of peace and harmony, to war and dis- 
 cord. Where all was gentleness, v'cicus and hatred became tin- 
 rrle. Kindness changed to selfishness, and each sought its own 
 good at the expense of others. The stronger preyed upon the weak. 
 
 The demon power had impressed natvre so that the greater part 
 of animated life became reptile, or was so imbued with the serpent 
 instinct, that the fruits and seeds of the tree was no longer satis- 
 factory food for man. neither did herbs saciate the appetites of 
 the beast, save the noble horse, the gentle cow and innocent sheep, 
 and a small remnant of other animals that were saved from the 
 flood of hypno-demon creative power. Evidence of this may be 
 found by studying the geological chart of tir.e, where the reptilian 
 age will appear. 
 
 The deluge of hypno-demon power overswept the land, 
 Changing Divine creation by its awful wand. 
 
 Man became a demon worshiping savage, with the serpents ap- 
 petite for flesh and the reptile for his God
 
 The Earth Puts Forth Its Verdure. 149 
 
 The power to lead the human mind 
 
 Was not only taken 
 
 But the very power of heaven 
 
 Was also shaken. 
 
 And all created nature ceased 
 
 In harmony to be 
 
 Throughout all space about the earth, 
 
 On the land and in the sea. 
 
 Also the cup of human woe 
 
 It was now over-full. 
 
 Happiness was the exception 
 
 And misery the rule. 
 
 All the things which are created, 
 
 Each specia 6,i its kind 
 
 Exists, by the hypnotic powers 
 
 Of Divine or demon mind. 
 
 As each begins within its germ 
 
 To take its part in life, 
 
 The perfect and the imperfect 
 
 Are always in the strife. 
 
 By the Divine or demon will 
 
 All nature is impressed. 
 
 And all nature is contending 
 
 While nothing is at rest. 
 
 The earth puts forth verdure 
 
 As do the flowers bloom; 
 
 The streams course through the valleys 
 
 And mountains grandly loom,
 
 15 Cast Up by Waves From the Sea. 
 
 The trees bring forth their blossoms 
 
 And then mature their fruit; 
 
 Each one would do just right its part 
 
 From leaflet to its root, 
 
 Divine perfection would exist, 
 
 And Eden would be here, 
 
 If the Divine had full control 
 
 With nought to interfere. 
 
 At times the earth fails to produce 
 
 And want is in the land ; 
 
 The streams go dry, but thirst remains, 
 
 The barren mountains stand 
 
 Monuments of uncertainty, 
 
 Of jfailure and of wrong ; 
 
 Great imperfection that cannot 
 
 Unto Divine belong. 
 
 War pestilence and .famine, 
 
 Sorrow, misery and pain, 
 
 Evidence of demon power, 
 
 Results- of demon bane. 
 
 Now, from whence did come this manuscript? 
 
 And who could the author be? 
 As the writer quotes from Genesis 
 
 The hible he must have read 
 While talkng thus the old man came in 
 
 And in answer said to me : 
 This writing was in a casket, found, 
 
 Cast up by waves from the sea.
 
 Resisting the Will of God. 151 
 
 I read this writing and read again, 
 
 Then the power came he said ; 
 But if, as you say, this manuscript 
 
 Came from the bible you name, 
 Then why did your people fail to read 
 
 And study about the same. 
 So little of the powers of mind 
 
 Do they seem to understand, 
 Why did they remain in the dark, 
 
 With the light right in their hand. 
 
 The sense of one word mislead their thoughts 
 
 Its meaning not understood, 
 Caused them to think, God's will meant wish, 
 
 And not his power or force. 
 Using their wills to obey his wish, 
 
 Would be doing as they should, 
 But by doing so there own will force 
 
 Would shut off the source of good. 
 "Thy will be done." He said this must mean 
 
 Thy powers control of course 
 
 Upon the hypnotic sphere, the mind 
 
 Is much like a weather vane, 
 Changing its course at each passing thought, 
 
 Upon its hypnotic plane; 
 And one little word the old man said 
 
 Did thus change their path of thought, 
 Leading up to their own will power, 
 
 Resisting the will of God.
 
 152 At My Childhood's Home I Was Again. 
 
 Changing the subject, it now grows late 
 
 And is time to think of bed. 
 I will show you where you can sleep 
 
 If you will now follow me. 
 I cannot supply a bed of down. 
 
 Nor soft pillows for your head, 
 But I can insure a night of rest 
 
 Also pleasant dreams, he said. 
 Although this bench is all I have 
 
 The power to offer thee. 
 
 But if you will recall to your mind 
 
 The feast which you had to-day, 
 And if you remember the words 
 
 That I then to you did say : 
 The force I control may be applied 
 
 In every way to do good, 
 To make of this bench the softest bed 
 
 And of yams the richest food. 
 
 To sleep with but a bench for a bed 
 
 I thought :t would be in vain ; 
 But lying there with the old man's hand 
 
 Patting gently on my head. 
 At my childhood's home I was again 
 
 Lying in my trundle bed, 
 Sweetly sleeping on the softest down 
 
 'Neath a snow-white counterpane. 
 My mother was sitting at my side 
 
 And crooning the lullaby 
 That so often would she sing to me : 
 
 By, by baby don't you cry.
 
 'Tis the Sick, She Said, Who Lie in Bed. 153 
 
 While listening to these gentle tones 
 
 As she softly sang to me, 
 Soon were my waking senses locked 
 
 In sweet sleep of infancy. 
 The scene now changed : I was in the room 
 
 Where dear Nilli's mother died ; 
 The same to me it all did seem, 
 
 Excepting she was not there. 
 She bade me goodbye, 'twas from that bed, 
 
 To see her, oh how I tried ! 
 She is not here I'm all alone ! 
 
 My dreaming senses cried 
 'Tis the sick, she said, who lie in bed, 
 
 Seek your cousin in a chair. 
 
 Sitting there in her favorite chair 
 
 Isabella said to me : 
 Alfonso dear, your cousin is here 
 
 And her form you once more see. 
 Again I will your words repeat : 
 
 "Somewhere in life a soul doth wait." 
 Nilli and you again will meet 
 
 Fate decrees you two to mate.
 
 154 Like a Giant's Footstep Falling. 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 I A M . 
 
 lam, lam hear us calling, 
 We all march at thy command ; 
 Like a giant's footsteps falling 
 As we all tramp on the land 
 Tell me John what are they doing? 
 I would like to understand ; 
 Tell me, is a battle brewing, 
 Fighting in that wonderland? 
 
 Tramping, many feet, are drumming 
 
 Like an army drawing near, 
 
 I plainly hear them cry while coming : 
 
 lam, lam we are here ! 
 
 Yes, said Roy, I know I'm dreaming, 
 
 But it sounds so very plain 
 
 Perhaps you can explain its meaning 
 
 Ere I drop to sleep again. 
 
 That a cloud oif war is brewing, 
 On the horizon, 'tis true ; 
 But you left Alfonso sleeping, 
 How did tramping come to you ? 
 He was dreaming of his cousin, 
 Of his home and trundle-bed ; 
 If they marched while he was dozing, 
 It passed unnoticed through his head. 
 
 If this is true, those footsteps falling, 
 Was an army, on the way, 
 Of many men at lam's calling 
 Who will march at dawn of day.
 
 // / Would Do, You Must Cease Trying. 155 
 
 While Fonso, thought of other matter 
 He did pass this in his dreams, 
 Quite probable, the coming chapter 
 Will tell us what this tramping means. 
 
 To Roy, John all the words repeated 
 About the brotherhood of man, 
 How every one, alike was treated 
 By this co-operative plan. 
 He told him how all were provided 
 In plenty, with no thought of care, 
 How wealth and labor was divided 
 So each received an equal share. 
 
 When he .from Hypnodeus, reading 
 
 To Roy, the contents of the roll, 
 
 Roy then exclaimed, 'tis strange, exceeding, 
 
 We did not know God lost control ! 
 
 Yet through all ages he was crying: 
 
 Eat not the fruit ! My will be done ! 
 
 If I would do, you must cease trying ! 
 
 I am the God ! The only one ! 
 
 What is that you say ! said John to Roy, 
 Free moral agency destroy? 
 Yes, said Roy, the agency resign 
 Unto a will more wise than mine 
 At present I have no more to say 
 
 For I am anxious to see the fight ; 
 And once more in sleep he sank away 
 
 Grasping a ball, an agate, white.
 
 156 The Early Bird Will Find the Grain. 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 In My Trundle Bed With Axe and Spear They March This Way 
 He Led the Way Out Through the Cave lam's Subjects Subjects of 
 the Noti The All in All 'Tis Wonderful The Halt Alfonso's Gun 
 The Hawk A Messenger Dove A Message to Sionilli The Unknown 
 Force A Camp in the Glen Introduction The Puma Lion Alfonso 
 Kills the Lion The Noti's Stronghold Fonso's Vision The War of 
 Wills Roar of Fonso's Gun Alfonso Slays the Noti Victory Ad In- 
 terim. 
 
 WILL 
 
 She said no more, the old man spoke 
 As from my slumbers I awoke. 
 With kindly look and pleasant smile, 
 You have been dreaming quite a while ; 
 
 How did you like your couch ? he said. 
 I slept not on that bench last night. 
 For time went backward in its flight 
 
 And put me in my trundle-bed ! 
 
 Said he, the light has come once more 
 And day is knocking at the door; 
 For drones that sleep it knocks in vain 
 The early bird will find the grain 
 
 The sluggard sleeps. He is not wise. 
 \\\- have so much to do this day. 
 The captive cries, do not delay ! 
 
 Now don't you think 'tis time to rise ?
 
 With Axe and Lance They March This Wa\. 157 
 
 Start at dawn, the command I gave, 
 The line of march is by the cave ; 
 I hear their tramp as they march along. 
 And now they sing their battle song, 
 
 Our forces clad in mail of steel. 
 With ax and lance they march this way, 
 And if you do too long delay 
 
 There'll be no time for morning meal. 
 
 Breakfast, the same as night before 
 Water with yams and nothing more ; 
 But while I sat and at it stared 
 I saw a perfect meal prepared 
 
 As he the passes once more made. 
 I ate the food and drank the wine 
 Until he said it now is time, 
 
 And led the way through the cave. 
 
 From rocks on which he stood before 
 We saw a thousand men or more, 
 With rations strapped upon their backs, 
 In mail of steel, with spear and ax, 
 
 Crying lam, we are here ; 
 Then when they spied the old man's form, 
 The towering bluffs echoed a storm 
 
 Of huzzas and wildest cheer. 
 
 These subjects I control, and they 
 Must every thought of mine obey. 
 Each step an impress of my will, 
 Each mind, it must that thorght fulfill
 
 158 My \aiiie to Them Is Jam. 
 
 My will, said he, obeyed by them 
 I am to them and they are not, 
 My will is theirs, their own forgot, 
 
 .My name to them is lam. 
 
 Now the power the Noti holds 
 Over the subjects he controls, 
 He wields it for his sake, alone, 
 He takes it all and leaves them none 
 
 To resist, they cannot try 
 To care of self he makes them blind, 
 Keeping one thought upon their mind, 
 
 For him must they live and die. 
 
 I saw from year to year, his power 
 Was gaining, and I did greatly fear 
 That it would bring us all to harm 
 If nought would check that awful charm, 
 
 And destroy his power of mind. 
 To learn this power and people save 
 My life I spent in this dark cave 
 
 A solution here to find. 
 
 I meditated deep and long 
 
 But found no thought to make me strong, 
 
 Till Hypnodeus drifted here 
 
 And made the pathway straight and clear, 
 
 Leading straight to the Divine. 
 Was it but chance of destiny 
 That brought the manuscript to me, 
 
 Or did higher will design.
 
 / Found a Presence Everywhere. 159 
 
 I found a presence everywhere, 
 Not atmosphere, part here part there ; 
 In each atom though ere so small 
 'Twas all in it : The all in all 
 
 Hypnotic presence of Divine, 
 Upon the pathway of my thought, 
 With all my own will powers forgot, 
 
 Hypnotized this will of mine. 
 
 The more I read, the more I thought, 
 The greater power to me it brought ; 
 For when my own will would submit 
 And ceased to act, I gained from it 
 
 Another will. I ; f mine would stop, 
 When limbs too tired to mount a hill, 
 Then I could feel another will 
 
 And reach with ease the mountain's top. 
 
 This I did feel in every nerve, 
 
 Also, in time, I did observe 
 
 If desired for good, alone, 
 
 I could wills control, not my own ; 
 
 Other wills would mine obey. 
 These subjects minds, from hour to hour, 
 Grew more submissive to my power : 
 
 The result you see today. 
 
 Indeed 'Tis wonderful ! I cried 
 When I thus saw this force applied 
 It is the same, the old man said 
 That changed the yams on which you fed.
 
 160 Other's Thoughts, Do I Fulfill. 
 
 Giving you a banquet grand. 
 Obeying what my thoughts suggest, 
 These men must march and cannot rest 
 
 Til my thoughts change the command. 
 
 As now its time for them to rest 
 I will now give another test; 
 When with his hand he made a pass 
 At once all dropped upon the grass 
 
 As by one impluse of will. 
 Tis wonderfrl ! again I said, 
 That thousands by one will are lead 
 
 Others thought do I fulfill? 
 
 By other minds oft times we're led. 
 The thought is then not ours he said. 
 Xot all impress : ons we receive 
 Do our own wills or minds conceive. 
 
 Then another's will is done. 
 To me the truth of this was plain, 
 For when his thought said start again 
 At once the marching was begun. 
 
 'Tis lam marching, and not they. 
 His will says step, their feet obey ; 
 Tis lam marching o'er the hill 
 To overcome the Noti's wi!!. 
 
 By this power I am led. 
 Great lam's will that does it all. 
 And by IMS will we stand or fall 
 
 His will, not mine, the old man said.
 
 // Not in This I Miss My Guess. 161 
 
 One thought alone, their minds now fill, 
 They are controlled but by one will ; 
 But when they reach the Noti's zone 
 When lam's will is not alone 
 
 All these minds he cannot hold. 
 The Noti's power will then impress, 
 And lam's power will grow less 
 
 To lead the wills now controlled. 
 
 Now trusting to the power oi right, 
 These men let's follow to the |fight. 
 'Tis said, by you, with force unknown, 
 The Noti will be overthrown ; 
 
 And I feel it will be done. 
 That unknown power, I confess, 
 If not in this I miss my guess 
 
 Said I, handing him my gun. 
 
 'Tis all a mystery to me. 
 In this, said he, there cannot be 
 The power to have the Noti slain ; 
 But if 'tis true, time will explain 
 
 Your part in the emergency, 
 And I would always have you near, 
 Because the Noti might, I fear, 
 Take this power to act from thee. 
 
 A message by the dove I'd send, 
 Telling the lady that her friends, 
 To rescue her, are drawing near, 
 And Alfonso is with them here; 
 But that hawk is in the wav
 
 1 62 It Flew From Sight O'er the Hill. 
 
 If I would now release the dove 
 That hawk soaring so high above 
 Would soon make the dove its prey. 
 
 You need not fear the hawk, said I. 
 Prepare the messenger to fly ; 
 For with this gun, the hawk, I'll kill. 
 Destroy the man with demon will 
 
 And show wherein my power is found. 
 I pointed where the bird did soar, 
 And lam heard a mighty roar 
 
 As the hawk fell to the ground. 
 
 At once a message I did write 
 Saying to Nilli that she might 
 Expect us there ere many hours 
 To overthrow the Xoti's powers. 
 
 This we rolled up in a quill. 
 Twas Xilli's dove that he did bring. 
 We tied the message 'neath its wing, 
 
 It flew from sight o'er the hill. 
 
 When lam saw what I had done, 
 He timidly took hold the gun ; 
 'Tis wonderful, he did exclaim. 
 From work of man such power came 
 
 To be thus applied for use. 
 Your force, said I, from the unknown, 
 It is a power not your own ; 
 
 This our science did produce.
 
 // We Keep Ajar the Gate. 163 
 
 But this he earnestly denied. 
 Your science, said he, is thought apnlied. 
 There is one thing which you forgot, 
 Science is but results of thought 
 
 All one's thoughts are not his own. 
 Those men, they think just as they step. 
 And perfect rnison is kept, 
 
 But that thought is mine alone. 
 
 The force which you have thus applied, 
 It cannot be by you denied, 
 First started from a thought, somewhere, 
 Tell me who did the thought prepare, 
 
 Then you can say your force is known, 
 Intelligence, the Spark, Divine, 
 Is from a mind more wise than thine ; 
 
 It is a force not your own. 
 
 There is no question in my mind, 
 But there are powers of some kind 
 That by hypnotic force of will 
 Control our thoughts for good or ill. 
 
 If we keep ajar the gate 
 And on the perfect power, call 
 For the good of self, and good of all, 
 
 We'll find a power good and great. 
 
 That we should start, I think it best, 
 'Tis time my subjects stop to rest. 
 While we were talking here so long, 
 They, step by step, kept marching on 
 And are several miles away ;
 
 '77.? He I Introduce to Yon. 
 
 They now draw near the Noti's zone, 
 Each step they're further from my own 
 And 'tis best I near them stay. 
 
 In time we reached the marching men, 
 Now camping in a wooded glen ; 
 For lam had the thought impressed 
 To halt for night and take a rest, 
 
 To be strong the coming day. 
 For now, said he, the time's at hand 
 When all their strength they will demand 
 
 Fighting in the coming frey. 
 
 Now, introducing me, he said, 
 A tradition you all have read 
 Says ! At our nation's darkest hour 
 An aged man, with unknown power 
 
 The Noti overcame and slew. 
 That time is now, for he has come ; 
 The unknown power is in this gun. 
 
 'Tis he I introduce to you. 
 
 What ! He the Noti slay ! they said, 
 That frail old man with hoary head ? 
 What power can such as he possess? 
 This makes us think of lam, less 
 
 Soon they changed their thoughts of me- 
 A cry was heard from up the glen, 
 Then hurried steps of running men 
 
 As in terror they did flee.
 
 A Puma Lion! They Did Exclaim. 165 
 
 A puma lion ! they did exclaim 
 As they to camp, in terror came ; 
 But one sought refuge in a tree 
 The beast climbing as well as he 
 
 Was ascending to its prey. 
 The man was paralyzed with fear, 
 That he was lost seemed very clear 
 
 If on one, the brute could slay. 
 
 The poor man climbed and did not stop 
 Until he reached the very top. 
 The beast was climbing now quite near, 
 Too high from ground, for axe or spear, 
 
 All now felt his clays were done. 
 The men all stood amazed with fright ; 
 But Fonso at the brute did sight 
 
 As he fired off his gun. 
 
 When they recovered from their scare 
 And saw the dead beast lying there, 
 Then in the crowd, some one did say 
 'Tis he who will the Noti slay ! 
 
 And to this d : d all agree. 
 While we around the brute dM stand. 
 Some one did kneel and kiss my hand ; 
 
 'Twas the man from up the tree. 
 
 In camp that night, what I had done 
 Was the theme of every tongue, 
 'Til wearied by there long day's walk 
 They sank to' sleep and ceased to talk, 
 Save the watchmen of the night.
 
 Changing Water Into Wine. 
 
 lam, always so wide awake, 
 Could not a moment's sleep now take, 
 Thinking of the coming fight. 
 
 And when the light of coming day 
 Gave to the sky its tint of grey, 
 lam thought it now time to rise, 
 At once each man unclosed his eyes, 
 
 By one impulse formed in line. 
 O;f the coarse rations they had there, 
 He did the richest food prepare, 
 
 Changing water into wine. 
 
 I watched those men at their repast, 
 For o'er my mind he did not cast 
 The charm that held those other wills 
 And in each mind the thought instills 
 
 Faith, that does not doubt the least. 
 Said he to me : If the Divine 
 Could thus control that will of thine, 
 
 Life to thee would be a feast. 
 
 Once more the marching, it began, 
 All stepped away as if one man. 
 In silence now we all did walk, 
 For lam had no time to talk 
 
 Thus we marched from hour to hour- 
 To hold control that would not break, 
 All lam's thoughts must concentrate 
 
 To counteract the Xoti's power.
 
 The Noti's Stronghold Could Be Seen. 167 
 
 When we had marched half of the day 
 
 I noticed some would break away. 
 
 As if by other mind impressed 
 
 They would break rank to stop and rest 
 
 lam, they would no more obey. 
 Some would about and march to rear 
 And some would flee as if in fear 
 
 And would throw their arms away. 
 
 lam's control did so decline 
 'Twas hard to keep the men in line, 
 For we had reached the Noti's zone 
 And lam's will, was not alone 
 
 The force which the-ir wills impressed. 
 This was lam's most trying hour, 
 For men would feel another's power 
 
 When wearied for want of rest. 
 
 When two great hills we passed between 
 The Noti's strong-hold could te seen, 
 And lam thought it would be best 
 His tired men should stop and rest 
 
 Ere he called on them to fight. 
 Then backward did we countermarch 
 Into a grove of mountain larch, 
 
 To remain there over night. 
 
 The watch was set; though after night 
 But few will move by nature's light. 
 Night is as dark as dark can be, 
 Without a torch no one can see 
 Night surprise they little fear.
 
 1 68 To Storm That Fortress Would Be Vain. 
 
 But to be safe from unknown ills 
 Scouts took possession of the hills 
 That nought to harm could come near. 
 
 Then lam said, to me 'tis plain, 
 To storm that fortress would be vain ; 
 And what to do is hard to tell ; 
 But we all felt he'd do it well. 
 
 When he told to us his plans. 
 Said he, our better way will be : 
 While 'tis so dark they will not see, 
 Separate in three commands. 
 
 One to the left, one to the right. 
 Behind the hills just out of sight; 
 The third command this will be small 
 To draw their forces from the wall 
 
 In plain sight, will ventrre near. 
 When they come forth this force to meet 
 And follow when it does retreat, 
 
 Our main force will close in rear. 
 
 So wearied by the long day's march, 
 I made a bed from twigs of larch ; 
 While lying there upon the same 
 A vision to my senses came : 
 
 Xilli's mother did appear. 
 Said she, the time has come to do; 
 The fate of all depends on you. 
 
 Destiny awaits you here.
 
 An Opening in the Wall Then Came. 169 
 
 Look ! What will be, I show to you ! 
 I saw a city come to view 
 Surrounded by a massive wall ; 
 And towering high above it all 
 
 Stood a castle grand and strong. 
 Within the court were fighting men 
 Upon the walls they were again, 
 
 And on the streets a mighty throng. 
 
 Now follow where I lead the way 
 That you may go the coming day ; 
 Mark well said she all that you see, 
 For on the morrow this will be 
 
 Your place in line of destiny. 
 She led the way up to the right 
 Close to the wall, but out of s'ght ; 
 
 Here you'll be at dawn said she. 
 
 The right will be by lam led, 
 Close by his side you'll be she said ; 
 And when the rights moves in the rear 
 The Noti, with no thought of fear 
 
 Will stand in view on the wall. 
 Now destiny is calling you, 
 Steady your nerves, aim straight and trre, 
 
 At your feet the fiend will fall. 
 
 When this is done do not delay, 
 But through this door now haste away. 
 She gently tapped and spake a name 
 And op'ning in the wall there came 
 In a passage to the right.
 
 170 'Tis You Who Down That Pit Will Fall. 
 
 This way, said she, so dark and gloom, 
 Ends at a pit near Nilli's room 
 Guarded by slave, black as night. 
 
 Down this dark passage, to the right 
 Within a room there was a light ; 
 And through an opening I did see 
 A room now occupied by three 
 
 Thus I heard one talking there : 
 That pit no bottom has, they say, 
 You yield to me in one more day 
 
 Or down it you go beware ! 
 
 I fear you not, a voice replied ; 
 From me the future doth not hide 
 The fact that you are near the hour 
 When you'll be shorn of all your power 
 
 Your body cast o'er the wall. 
 And you black imp who holds control 
 Of this poor man, body and soul, 
 
 Tis you who down the pit will fall. 
 
 Great lam now is on the way 
 
 And will be here before 'tis day 
 
 When it was said lam is near 
 
 The black imp shrank and quaked with fear- 
 
 From whence his power did he know. 
 Deeply impressed I now awoke 
 And thought it real 'til lam spoke 
 
 Saying it is time to go.
 
 The Watchmen Had no Thought of Harm. 171 
 
 As in the vision it was said 
 The right was by lam led 
 Close to the wall but out of sight, 
 And as it was yet dark as night 
 
 The watchmen had no thought of harm ; 
 When morning changed from grey to blue 
 The remnant front marched into view 
 
 Then the watchmen gave alarm. 
 
 The little band now in full view 
 Beneath the wall a challenge blew : 
 What ! do you :f ear a force so small ? 
 Come from those walls, we'll fight you all ! 
 
 Where now is thy boasted might? 
 Though small our force, we do not fear, 
 Great lam's will has led us here, 
 
 And we know his cause is right ! 
 
 Now when the Noti saw this sight, 
 To put those boasting men to flight, 
 A force, in numbers strong and great, 
 Was hurried through the castle gate, 
 
 A horde of men with one mind. 
 The little band fled in dismay 
 Drawing the Noti's force away, 
 
 lam's men closed in behind. 
 
 The Noti seeing the mishap, 
 All of his men caught in a trap. 
 He could not now his force recall 
 For lam's men controled the wall. 
 It seemed he had lost the day.
 
 Indeed, Our Darkest Hour Had Come. 
 
 But lam's men now felt his charm 
 And lam saw with great alarm 
 
 His forces throw their arms away. 
 
 Indeed our darkest hour has come 
 Said lam, Fonso, try your gun ! 
 The Not: then in view of all 
 Came tumbling forward over the wall 
 
 When Alfonso's gun did roar. 
 The moment their control was dead 
 The Noti's men in terror fled 
 
 Threw down their arms to fight no more.
 
 Shake Hands Alfonso, Oh 'Tis John! 173, 
 
 AD INTERIM. 
 
 FREE MORAL AGENCY. 
 
 Hurrah, said Roy, for Fonso's grn ! 
 When it goes off, they've got to come ! 
 How quick it caused the Noti's fall, 
 I stood just where I saw it all, 
 
 Gee ! how Alfonso's gun d. : d boom ! 
 It scared those fellows in a fit 
 And made them run, oh see them git ! 
 
 Said he, while dancing 'round the room. 
 
 Alfonso, now before you quit, 
 Go throw that devil down the pit ; 
 Nilli's not safe 'til he is gone ! 
 Shake hands Alfonso ! oh 'tis John ! 
 
 Oh John ! said Roy, only my dreams ! 
 Fonso, go quick, for Nilli's sake ! 
 Rouse up, said John, your not awake ! 
 
 I can't, said Roy, so real it seems ! 
 
 Of lam, John, his thoughts are mine, 
 Surely that man found the Divine, 
 For there could be no better thought 
 To bring the human near its God 
 
 That feel that God controlled his mind.
 
 i74 The Greatest Trust That Could be Given. 
 
 That we free moral agents are, 
 This thought from evil came to bar 
 Divine control and leave us blind. 
 
 The greatest trust that could be given 
 Would be, to build a road to heaven ; 
 But could it be Creators plan 
 To leave so great a trust to man : 
 
 A full free moral agency ? 
 To mortal man, you understand. 
 Then Pilot like, to wash his hand 
 
 Of all responsibility ? 
 
 There's food ior thought in what you say, 
 Which we'll discuss another day. 
 This narative, I want it all ; 
 I see we have but one more ball 
 
 And Nilli's danger is so great. 
 When you have heard all you did say 
 You'll say like me, do not delay, 
 
 But hasten on to learn her fate. 
 
 Well, raise the lid, I guess your right 
 Just look, said John, a diamond, bright ! 
 Oh, see it shine! 'Tis just the thing! 
 A wedding sure ! A diamond ring ! 
 
 Said Roy, grasping the sparkling ball 
 He sat not as he did before, 
 But kept his feet and walked the floor 
 
 While sound asleep, and told it all.
 
 Just in the Nick of Time to Save. 175 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 The Bottomless Pit The Demon Slave Rescue of Sionilli A 
 Divine Presence Fate of the Demon Tarn Regains His Youth Adam 
 and Eve Father Time The River Styx Alfonso is Young Again 
 The Land of Perpetual Youth To Dwell in Youth Forever More. 
 
 Remembering' what the vision said, 
 Without delay, Alfonso led 
 The way up to the little door 
 And knocked, it opened as before, 
 
 In a passage dark and gloom. 
 Just as he saw it in his dream 
 Far down the way a little gleam 
 
 Of light shown from Nilli's room. 
 
 Just in the nick of time to save 
 His Nilli from the demon slave. 
 Had they delayed a little bit 
 He would have cast her down the pit 
 
 Fonso saw the night before. 
 Oh, save me Fonso ! Nilli cried, 
 He with one bound was at her side 
 
 And felled the demon to the floor. 
 
 I knew you would not come too late 
 Fonso dear ! Destiny or fate 
 Ordained you would be here to save 
 Your Nilli from that horrid grave, 
 And at last we meet again.
 
 176 Fate Has Indeed to Us Been Kind. 
 
 Yes Sionilli, precious dove ! 
 The fates destine that such pure love 
 Need never strive to mate in vain. 
 
 But can it be the fates destine 
 This grace and beauty shall be mine? 
 That I whose form with age defiled 
 Shall be the mate of thee, sweet child ? 
 
 Yes Fonso dear, your mate for l : fe. 
 Her form I drew it to my breast, 
 With love's pure kiss her lips I pressed 
 
 And cried, my child ! my mate ! my wife ! 
 
 Oh Xilli dear, how came yon here ? 
 That I had lost you I did fear ! 
 I saw you from your father's side, 
 Plunge in the dark and rolling tide 
 
 It was in dreams I thus did see. 
 Fate has indeed, to us been kind, 
 That we should thus, each other find 
 
 Dear Nilli tell it all to me. 
 
 Dear Fonso, what you saw was true ; 
 I thought I w r ould thus come to you. 
 My father said he would not wait, 
 That I must wed another mate. 
 
 To you alone did I belong. 
 I told him it could never be, 
 And sprang from him into the sea, 
 
 Without a thought of right or wrong.
 
 My Memory Fled, I Seemed to Sleep. 177 
 
 While sinking down into the deep 
 My memory fled, I seemed to sleep. 
 In dreams there came from out of space, 
 A halo bright, an angel face, 
 
 The sweetest voice thus spoke to me : 
 It is your mother's voice you hear, 
 Her form you see, she's with you, dear ; 
 
 And Fonso soon will come to thee. 
 
 When unconsciosuness to thought gave place, 
 Something soft, fondled my face, 
 With cooing tones so full of love, 
 Did me awake. It was the dove 
 
 That followed me down through the sea. 
 Again I sank into a swoon 
 And knew no more , 'till in this room 
 
 I saw that black imp watching me. 
 
 The Noti's presence caused alarm, 
 I feared that he would do me harm. 
 By evil was my mind impressed 
 And w'cked thorghts destroyed my rest, 
 
 Bad thoughts, that were not mine she said. 
 Here, all alone. What could I do? 
 I tried to send the dove to you 
 
 It came not back, I fear 'tis dead. 
 
 The strain was awful to the hour 
 I knew I must resist his power. 
 He said, if I did not submit 
 The slave world cast me in the pit, 
 He then left to return no more.
 
 This Mystery, What Can It Mean? 
 
 You came, and it was not too late 
 To save me from the awful fate, 
 And now our troubles all are o'er. 
 
 Forgetting we were not alone 
 Until we heard a doleful groan, 
 When Nilli said, Oh Fonso, dear, 
 Just see that black imp quake with fear 
 
 When great lam looks that way ! 
 And lam's face, oh see it shine ! 
 An halo bright, a light Divine 
 
 Over his countenance doth play ! 
 
 This mystery, what can it mean, 
 So kindly face was never seen ! 
 So kindly, yet stern, forsooth, 
 Stern in the right ! a look o,f truth ! 
 
 No wonder that the slave did fear 
 In tones, so deep like moaning sea, 
 To Nilli spoke, and then to me 
 
 Fear not, the God of man is here. 
 
 Think not that all you do not see 
 
 Does not exist, has ceased to be ; 
 
 When thoughts like this doth with thee stay, 
 
 Those things that are, it drives away : 
 
 For life is thought, it is not breath. 
 To you an axiom I now give, 
 What once had life will always live, 
 
 The laws of life permits no death.
 
 Just as You Think so Will You Be. I7() 
 
 Just as you think so will you be, 
 And what is thought will come to thee. 
 To think of good is thinking well, 
 Then; nought but good can in thee dwell 
 
 And evils minds cannot obscess. 
 Familiar spirits doth abound ; 
 To lead the thoughts they hover 'round 
 
 And with hypnotic powers impress. 
 
 They are impressed by demon will 
 To in the human mind instill 
 Desires, alone for fame and wealth, 
 That none but he who helps himself 
 
 Can hope for help from the Divine. 
 When minds feel they, themselves have helped, 
 The need of God will not be felt 
 
 Thus his power they undermine. 
 
 From childhood lam sought the right; 
 His neighbor's good was his delight. 
 For many years he could not rest 
 For there was wrong, he felt impressed 
 
 In paths of thought that others trod. 
 When hypnodeus came to hand 
 He read, and then did understand 
 
 Powers, hypnotic of his God. 
 
 He realized ; Thy will not mine. 
 Meant gi've all powers to the Divine ; 
 Upon this thought Divine could come 
 I am his God ! my will is done 
 
 When through his mind I talk to thee.
 
 180 Thou Knoivest What Thy Fate Must Be. 
 
 Then to the trembling slave did turn 
 And said, in pitying tones, thought stern, 
 Thou knowest what thy ,fate must be ! 
 
 Down in that pit to the end of space, 
 Go with thy sins and man's disgrace. 
 With thoughts of hate alone to dwell. 
 There solitude will te thy hell ; 
 
 But not forever will this be. 
 Chained by thy evi'1 thoughts of hate, 
 A thousand ages must thou wait 
 
 'Til thoughts of love can come to thee. 
 
 Down in that pit I will not go 
 The demon cried, in tones of woe. 
 In fury he at lam sprung 
 And by his aged locks he hung ; 
 
 An awful strrggle there tegan. 
 Then lam said : thus shall it be, 
 With those grey locks, take thou with thee 
 
 All the decrepit ills of man. 
 
 By a mysterious force imbued, 
 The demon slave was soon subdued 
 All marks of age, and ills of it, 
 Went with the demon down the pit 
 
 lam stood there with youth regained. 
 Standing in awe at what transpired, 
 We heard him speak as one inspired, 
 
 As he to us our lives explained :
 
 From Diety a Sion Sprung. 181 
 
 In ages past when time was young 
 
 From Diety, a sion sprung, 
 
 An only son, the human race 
 
 Came to this sphere from out of space, 
 
 Adam the first, and Eve hi's mate. 
 All that was perfect they possessed, 
 Until that fiend their minds impressed 
 
 And drew them from their high estate. 
 
 'Twas you who dwelled in Eden's bower 
 Until that fiend's hypnotic power 
 Had gai'ned control, your mind obsessed, 
 Controlled your will, destroyed your rest, 
 
 And made you feel all powers your own. 
 The fruit of knowledge you then ate, 
 And from your father's high estate 
 
 Without your God, you walked alone. 
 
 Impressed by demon, you became 
 As it, with desires the same. 
 In place of food you once did eat 
 Your serpent nature called for meat 
 
 Material man to being came. 
 Reptile like, with its shell 
 Within the body did you dwell 
 
 Till you to spirit changed, again. 
 
 But discontent yet ruled the soul, 
 For demon power held control ; 
 By force, hypnotic, it impressed 
 Your spirit so it could not rest, 
 Again you sought material form.
 
 182 With Aspirations Higher Born. 
 
 Reincarnated in the flesh, 
 Material life began afresh 
 With aspirations higher born. 
 
 Each time in your material life 
 Your Eve was there, to be your wife. 
 Reincarnated, yet with guile, 
 It was your fate to wait awhile, 
 
 The coming of your purer mate. 
 She came, a little child, to thee 
 It was her ,future destiny 
 
 Within this room for you to wait. 
 
 In Eden when the woman,' Eve 
 Was by the serpent made believe 
 Forbidden fruit was good and sweet, 
 She told the man, and both did eat, 
 
 He then on her the blame did fix ; 
 But fate destined, she here would stay 
 And see that stigma washed away, 
 
 Ere passing o'er the river Styx. 
 
 Imperfect Adam, age defiled, 
 And Eve, pure as the new born child, 
 Upon its banks you stand once more, 
 With Eden on the other shore. 
 
 But know this, ere you dare the Styx ; 
 Perfection, is the only boat 
 That on its silent tide will float ; 
 
 Upon your mind this truth now fix.
 
 Another Form Was Standing There. 183 
 
 Eve, with thee, there's nought but truth 
 In your life of bouyant youth ; 
 But Adam, you are not all good, 
 Your consciousness of rectitude, 
 
 While lacking faith, cross not the brink. 
 Remember, with the weight of years 
 The doubt of self oft, times appears 
 
 Without this faith you'll surely sink 
 
 What lam said I pondered on, 
 Then turned to speak but he was gone. 
 Another form was standing there, 
 Who spoke and said : My son beware ! 
 
 'Hear father time before you go: 
 Six thousand years I've watched that tide 
 And none have reached the other side; 
 
 The few who dared, sleep their, below ! 
 
 They in whose thoughts no guile will mix 
 May sajfely dare the River Styx. 
 In weighing your life rectitude, 
 If less of evil than of good, 
 
 Your sense of right will float you o'er. 
 If you have faith you did your best 
 The Perfect Power will do the rest 
 
 And land you safe on other shore. 
 
 Dear Fonso, yon was always good, 
 You did the right as understood. 
 Oh do not fear to dare the tide, 
 Your Nilli will be at your side ! 
 No, no Nilli, I fear I'll sink!
 
 184 To Dwell in Youth Forevennore. 
 
 Shake off those fears, and feel thy might! 
 Dear Fonso, you was always right ! 
 Come, let me lead you o'er the brink ! 
 
 The waters bear me up, you seei 
 And they will do the same to thee 
 I started, then in doubt I cried, 
 As deep I sank into the tide : 
 
 Come quickly, Nilli, or I sink ! 
 Doubt not yourself, feel you are right! 
 Full jfaith in this will make you light ! 
 
 Think of the good in you ! Oh think ! 
 
 The ills of life. They will not go ! 
 Nilli ! I cried, I'm sinking low ! 
 The weight of age was pulling down. 
 And in despair I grasped her gown ; 
 
 But all my efforts were in vain. 
 While 'neath the waters I did stay 
 The weight of age was washed away 
 
 And I arose, a youth again. 
 
 'Tis Fonso! come again to me 
 With youth renewed, Oh can it be ! 
 'Tis he ! for love doth know its mate, 
 Though be the change ever so great ! 
 
 And see my mother's there, before, 
 A pure white dove she holds in hand 
 We followed them to Eden land 
 
 To dwell in youth, forevcrmorc.
 
 Oh I Guess I Will Not Sink. 185 
 
 EPILOGUE. 
 
 Roy Thinks He is Drowning Only Dreaming Roy is Anxious 
 Homeward Bound Song of the Journey Roy Feels Sad and a Little 
 Mad "Tis This and This The Happy Day Friends Began to Gather 
 The Wedding Day. 
 
 HOMEWARD BOUND. 
 
 Sniffling, struggling, as if strangling, 
 
 Roy cried out as he awoke. 
 Oh help me John, for I am drowning, 
 
 This is true, and not a joke ! 
 When he saw that John was laughing 
 
 He did then begin to think, 
 And said he, again I'm dreaming, 
 
 Oh, I guess I will not sink. 
 
 Only dreaming ! 'Twas so real ! 
 
 But my dreams have always lied ! 
 Say, did Fonso and his Ni'lli 
 
 Safely reach the other side? 
 Your dreams, said John, did not fool you, 
 
 All they told you was the truth ; , 
 They landed safe on other shore, 
 
 And Alfonso gained his youth.
 
 i86 It Seems as if a Thousand Years. 
 
 I wonder if I'm dreaming yet, 
 
 My poor brain, oh how it whirls, 
 Say John, let's take this thing right home 
 
 And read it to the girls ! 
 It seems as if a thousand years 
 
 Have passed since we were there, 
 And if we do not hurry home 
 
 We too, will have grey hair. 
 
 Now I am awful anxious, John, 
 
 The reason is, because 
 Our girls may not be true to age 
 
 As Sionilli was ; 
 And other fellows are about 
 
 While we do ,f rom them roam ; 
 Say John, let us pack up to-night 
 
 And start right off for home. 
 
 Why Roy ! You would not doubt those girls ! 
 
 I am ashamed of you ! 
 Dear Carrie and sweet Clara, are 
 
 The truest of the true ! 
 Now, that we have the story told, 
 
 There is no cause to stay ; 
 I'm with you Roy, we'll pack our trunks, 
 
 And start the coming day. 
 
 The following morn Roy rose at dawn, 
 
 His thoughts kept him awake ; 
 And even John did not sleep long 
 
 After the dav did break.
 
 To Where the Palm Tree Grozvs. 187 
 
 When train time came, the whistle blew, 
 
 While yet the bell did ring, 
 Aboard the cars Roy almost flew 
 
 As he .this song did sing: 
 
 Rah-ta-tah-tah, rah-ta-tah-tah, 
 
 And now away we go 
 Leaving the warm and sunny south, 
 
 For a climate of snow. 
 Rattle-de-bang, rattle-de-bang. 
 
 We are now rushing on ; 
 By hills and brakes, hummucks and lakes, 
 
 Passing them one by one. 
 
 'Neath live-oak shade to open glade, 
 
 With orange trees in rows; 
 Through perfume of magnolia bloom 
 
 To where the palm tree grows. 
 O'er rippling stream whose sparkling gleam, 
 
 Reflecting rays of sun ; 
 To rivers, wide from side to side, 
 
 Along whose banks we run. 
 
 Rattle and roar, rattle and roar, 
 
 As the bridges we cross ; 
 The hamlets, farms and villages, 
 
 All we backward toss. 
 By mountain side, through valleys ride, 
 
 Then through tunnels we pass ; 
 On, on we glide, o'er prairies wide, 
 
 Green with carpets of grass.
 
 i88 But John, Where Are the Girls? 
 
 Far o'er the hills, factories and mills. 
 
 Their smoke now clouds the sky ; 
 A busy throng tramping along, 
 
 Watches the train go by. 
 And now, once more the factory's roar, 
 
 Oh, what a noise they make ; 
 The whistle blows, the train it slows 
 
 Home again, by the lake. 
 
 At home again, Roy looked in vain, 
 
 Faces of friends to meet ; 
 Oh, there they are, all in that car 
 
 Coming along the street. 
 There is brother Phil, your brother Will, 
 
 And sisters golden curls ; 
 Your sister Sue, and mother too, 
 
 But John, where are the girls? 
 
 Said John to Roy, don't cry, my boy, 
 
 The girls know what is right ; 
 'Twould be amiss, for you to u iss 
 
 Duleina here in sight. 
 With greetings warm, on the platform, 
 
 The boys were welcomed home ; 
 But Roy was sad, and a little mad, 
 
 Because she did not come. 
 
 But later on, when he and John 
 Called at their lassie's home. 
 
 With joy so great, Roy could not wait 
 Until thev were alone.
 
 Said Roy, 'Tis This, and This. 189 
 
 But while the four were at the door, 
 
 Said girls, let's have a kiss ; 
 It came so pat. they cried: What that! 
 
 Said Roy, 'tis this, and this! 
 
 With great amaze, did Clara gaze 
 
 At so much impudence, 
 While she did look then John he took 
 
 Another at her expense ; 
 But that same night they made it right 
 
 When both the girls did say, 
 If you'll repent, we will consent 
 
 To name the happy day. 
 
 THE WEDDING DAY. 
 
 On one morning in mid winter 
 
 When 'twas cold and clear, 
 All the guests began to gather, 
 
 Friends from far and near ; 
 Came with merry sleigh-bells jingling 
 
 Their respects to pay 
 To Carrie, Roy, to John and Clara, 
 
 On their wedding day. 
 
 In the parlor they now gathered, 
 
 'Till 'twould hold no more ; 
 In the sitting room they crowded, 
 
 All about the door ; 
 In the dining-room and kitchen 
 
 The children had to stay, 
 For such a crowd of friends had gathered 
 
 On this wedding day.
 
 190 Noiv While the Brides Receive Their Kisses. 
 
 In the parlor sat the pastor, 
 
 The happiest of the lot, 
 For it was his pleasant duty 
 
 To tie the nuptial knot ; 
 When brides and grooms stood up before him 
 
 He bowed his head to pray. 
 Then pronounced them wives and husbands. 
 
 On this wedding day. 
 
 Now while the brides receive their kisses 
 
 From young, and old forsooth, 
 The author, he will stop to wish them 
 
 Everlasting youth. 
 And kind reader ere he leaves you, 
 
 These words to you would say : 
 May all your moments be as happy 
 
 As on a wedding day.
 
 Other Thoughts
 
 192 Other Thoughts. 
 
 PEACE, 
 
 In this age, we should deplore 
 
 All the implements of war, 
 From the cannon backward to the stone and sling. 
 
 When men to gods would pray 
 
 For power to maim and slay 
 And would crown their greatest butcher as their King. 
 
 If mankind would deplore 
 
 The cruel need of war, 
 In this thought if all nations would agree, 
 
 With courts to arbitrate 
 
 The difference of state. 
 Then would cruel war forever cease to be. 
 
 Disarm the world, and then 
 
 Let nations be like men, 
 And not like demons, when they disagree ; 
 
 And if the opinions wrangle, 
 
 Let not the armies mangle, 
 But submit to arbitrating courts' decree. 
 
 If all nations would disarm 
 
 And free from wars alarm, 
 If they all would try to stop the cannon's roar, 
 
 And would in this act wise 
 
 A perfect world would rise, 
 And peace would be declared fom'crmore.
 
 Other Thoughts. 193 
 
 ACROSS THE, BRIIGE,. 
 
 I stood on the bridge in the early morn 
 And saw the new day just then being born, 
 Ere the rising sun's first shining ray 
 Gave tinge of red to the morning grey, 
 Guilding the mountain tops bright with gold 
 And sparkling gleamed where billows rolled. 
 As I gazed far over the rolling sea 
 My silent .thoughts were saying to me : 
 Across the bridge on the other shore 
 Life's tide rolls onward forevermore. 
 
 I stood on the bridge at evening tide, 
 When shades of the night were gathering to hide 
 The day that was born and served its time, 
 ;With ages past now forming in line. 
 Musing I gazed at the waves rolling on, 
 Thinking of the days that had come and gone; 
 Standing on the bridge at the close of day, 
 All my dreaming thoughts to me, seemed to say 
 Across the bridge on the other shore 
 Life's tide rolls onward forevermore. 
 
 As I stood on the bridge and gazed o'er the sea 
 
 A flood of fond memories came crowding to me 
 
 Of the many friends loved in days of yore 
 
 Waiting o'er the bridge on the other shore.
 
 194 Other Thoughts. 
 
 DE,STINY IS CONSTANCY. 
 
 Two atoms floating on the waves 
 
 Though oceans vast may them divide, 
 The winds of fate will drift them on 
 
 Until some day they will unite. 
 Two souls may travel out in soacp 
 
 As far apart as sun from sun. 
 But destiny will hold the race 
 
 Until the time results are won. 
 
 Do you remember darling one 
 
 The happy day when I met you ? 
 Two souls on earth, though born apart, 
 
 Our destinies together drew. 
 From out of space our two young lives 
 
 Moved onward then unto our fate ; 
 It was our rul : ng destiny 
 
 To meet, to love and then to mate. 
 
 'Twas thus we met like two young buds, 
 
 Just blossoming out into life ; 
 With happy hope of future bliss 
 
 I asked you then to be my wife. 
 We plighted then to each our troth 
 
 And promised that we world be true. 
 I'll keep my troth throrgh all my years, 
 
 Oh darling wife, tell me, will yon ? 
 
 Oh will you love me, darling, say, 
 
 When age comes on and locks grow grey, 
 
 And when I ask in future time, 
 
 Will you then say I still am thine? 
 
 I know you then will say to me, 
 Destiny is constancy.
 
 Other Thoughts. 195 
 
 THE DRUMMEJVS SOLILOQUY. 
 
 When far away from loved ones 
 
 In distant lands I roam, 
 Writing a letter to them 
 
 Brings thoughts of those at home ; 
 While in these thoughts communing, 
 
 By writing what I say, 
 It brings their presence near me 
 
 Though I am far away. 
 
 When the family circle gathers 
 
 At home when day is done, 
 In their musing, in their singing, 
 
 Or in their joyous fun, 
 I am list'ning, are they talking, 
 
 Is that a sigh, I hear, 
 Of a dear one who is thinking 
 
 And wishing he was here? 
 
 I wonder, in the gathering 
 
 Of the family circle there, 
 If they're thinking of the missing 
 
 And of the vacant chair. 
 When they write me, is it duty 
 
 Or response to pleasure's call ? 
 Oh, the latter thought I'd treasure 
 
 As the dearest one of all. 
 
 I am writing, they're around me, 
 Wife, and our children, dear, 
 
 Oh, their presence seems about me, 
 I almost think they're here.
 
 Other Thoughts. 
 
 As my thoughts upon this paper 
 The word impressions are, 
 
 All my thoughts go to the loved ones 
 Like vision to the star. 
 
 I am thinking of the evening 
 
 Of the days so long ago, 
 Holding in my arms the youngest 
 
 Who was then our baby, Joe, 
 When necessity did drive me 
 
 From our home the coming day. 
 Josie in my arms said, weeping, 
 
 Papa don't you go away. 
 
 To provide for them a living, 
 
 Papa had to go away ; 
 From the loved ones among strangers 
 
 Was compelled to go and stay. 
 So at evening in the gathering 
 
 Was the family circle broke. 
 In the morning in my lone room 
 
 How I missed them when I awoke. 
 
 But this thought, then did sustain me, 
 
 Hoping, in no distant day 
 To return, again be with them. 
 
 Never more to go away. 
 Pint Dame Fortune was against me 
 
 And put off so long the day 
 Until Josie, now a woman, 
 
 Writes, dear papa coire and stay.
 
 Other Thoughts. 197 
 
 And perhaps the day is dawning 
 
 When things all will make a change ; 
 It may be we've reached the morning 
 
 When some way may be arranged, 
 That we all can be together 
 
 Father, children, mother, wife 
 If not here we'll be together 
 
 When we reach the other life. 
 
 ADOWN THE STREAM. 
 
 Early in the morning at the break of day, 
 The farmer whets his scythe, mowing grass for hay ; 
 With a merry swish as the blade goes cutting through, 
 Shining blades of grass shed pearly drops of dew. 
 
 At eve, in the meadow children come to play 
 By the little streamlet, in the new mown hay, 
 And with little lambkins love to skip and run ; 
 Children, stream and lambkins ; little lives begun. 
 
 Winding in its course the streamlet flowing on 
 O'er the smooth worn pebbles, kissing one by one ; 
 With the merry laughter and its rippling song, 
 Sparkling in the moonlight as it runs along. 
 
 Meets a little schoolboy with his slate and book, 
 Loitering for a moment on his way to school ; 
 Sitting on the rustic bridge spanning the brook, 
 Cooling his fevered feet in the limpid pool.
 
 Other Thoughts. 
 
 A dear little baby to this world came at dawn, 
 Now the sweet young maiden just crossing the lawn 
 And singing so sweetly. Descending the ridge, 
 She meets for the first time, the youth on the bridge. 
 
 Onward down its channel did the babbling brook flow. 
 Meeting with another a short space below. 
 Together prattling ran down into the pond, 
 Then swiftly in a race to the mill wheel beyond. 
 
 All blushing and smiling the maiden so coy, 
 Wild flowers was holding, her blushes to hide ; 
 So timidly walking, approaching the boy, 
 Who bashfully rising stood there by her side. 
 
 The maiden now seeing his book and the slate 
 Said she, are you also on your way to school? 
 I too, am just starting, I fear we'll be late; 
 Don't hurry said he, the first day there's no rule. 
 
 The old mill wheel turns slowly around, 
 
 Click, Clack Click, Clack 
 And food for the poor and the rich is ground ; 
 
 Click, Clack Click, Clack 
 The streamlet down through the mill race runs, 
 
 Helping to turn the busy mill stones 
 Grinding the flour for bread and for buns, 
 Food for the big and the little ones. 
 
 Click, Clack Click, Clack 
 
 The old stone mill now in its decay 
 
 Click, Clack Click. Clack 
 Keeps steadily grinding night and day 
 
 Click, Clack Click, Clack
 
 Other Thoughts. 199 
 
 'Tis grinding still, thought not at its best, 
 The old wheel turns, not stopping to rest; 
 Grinding the flour for the family and guest 
 Click, Clack Click 
 
 Upon the rustic bridge often did they meet, 
 
 And they fell in love, to tell the honest truth. 
 
 She thought that he was nice, he thought her so sweet, 
 
 This blushing young maiden and the bashful youth. 
 
 Together did they talk and would often plan 
 Of things that they would do, later on in life. 
 When the years rolled by the youth became a man 
 And the blushing maiden, she became his wife. 
 
 When the little streamlet to a creek had grown, 
 A larger stream it met when passing the ridge ; 
 Concluding it was best not to flow alone, 
 One river they became just beyond the bridge. 
 
 The maiden and the boy, the husband and wife, 
 Trusting in each other, what ever betide ; 
 Together did they float the river of life, 
 Her love to encourage, his strong arm to guide. 
 
 They floated in their boat, while smooth waters ran, 
 When through torrent rushing, she stood at his side ; 
 A help to each other, the woman and man 
 Safely ran the rapids, down to smoother tide. 
 
 Down on smoother waters from all danger free, 
 Passing the breakers, their duties now are o'er ; 
 Faithful to each other, vpon life's sea, 
 With the tide are drifting to the other shore.
 
 200 Other Thoughts. 
 
 LAST ONE, OF THE, REGIMENT, 
 
 Hark, I now hear the bugle call 
 
 (Beyond the shores of time, 
 While here alone I'm standing guard 
 
 Upon the picket line. 
 For of the thousand comrades, who 
 
 With me to battle went, 
 All, all have gone, I am alone, 
 
 Last of the regiment. 
 
 Upon the other shore they camp, 
 
 Nine hundred and ninety-nine ; 
 They are waiting for a comrade 
 
 To come and fill the line. 
 I seem to hear their voices say 
 
 'Tis time to strike your tent. 
 We are waiting for you, comrade, 
 
 To fill the regiment. 
 
 The last one of the regiment, 
 
 Alone I stand in line, 
 And waiting for the bugle call 
 
 Across the shores of time. 
 Comrades with whom I bivouacked 
 
 Or with you shared the tent, 
 I'm coming soon to take my place 
 
 And fill the regiment.
 
 Other Thoughts. 201 
 
 DRIFTING WITH THE, TIDE. 
 
 If I was but a younger man 
 
 And full of life and vim, 
 I would adopt a different plan, 
 
 My sails, I'd better trim ; 
 I would avoid all kinds of strife, 
 
 Be strictly satisfied ; 
 In sailing on the sea of life 
 
 Go drifting with the tide. 
 
 I'd let my life glide smoothly on, 
 
 Calm as the evening air ; 
 Taking all things just as they come, 
 
 Avoid all worrying care. 
 Though life's billows roll roughly on, 
 
 Upon smooth waves I'd ride ; 
 And as the days pass one by one 
 
 Go drifting with the tide. 
 
 Though troubles crowd upon my mind 
 
 And skies be overcast, 
 I will in this a pleasure find : 
 
 The thought, it will not last. 
 If clouds grow dark and with the rain 
 
 The sunshine it does hide, 
 I know 'twill smile on ire again 
 
 While drifting with the tide. 
 
 The happy days will come again, 
 
 If I but bide the time, 
 Trusting I will not wait in vain, 
 
 My sun will surely shine ; 
 And happy hours of joy and peace 
 
 Will then with me abide. 
 In good old age I'll rest at ease 
 
 While floating clown the tide.
 
 202 Ctl.ct- ThougUs. 
 
 I MIGHT HAVE BEEN, 
 
 In your voyage upon life's sea, 
 Keep the right when you begin. 
 
 To eat and drink and merry be, 
 
 Should not be all of life to thee. 
 
 Trim yorr thoughts to do and win. 
 
 Success will come to he who tries, 
 
 A no regret will ever rise 
 
 In the thought : I might have been 
 
 If your motives are not pure grown 
 
 And you'd lived a life of sin. 
 If you would live for self alone 
 Feel others pains are not yorr own. 
 
 And not invite strangers in. 
 If you would turn to rum and wine, 
 Deep regret world coire in tir'e. 
 In the thought : I might have been 
 
 In your scrambling for pelf, 
 
 Let this thought abide with thee : 
 
 In the race for fame and wealth 
 
 Love your neighbor as yourself 
 And. with, the golden rule agree. 
 
 If you will to others do 
 
 As you'd have them do to you, 
 
 What you might have been, vou vet can be.
 
 203 
 
 THE, LITTLE, ONES. 
 
 Dearest children. Little tots, 
 
 What shall I write for you ? 
 I must look around for thoughts 
 
 To write a page or two, 
 And not forget the little ones 
 
 The dearest of all joys. 
 Daughters, sweet, cute little sons, 
 
 Prattling girls and boys.
 
 204 Other Thoughts. 
 
 LITTLE, BABY IS SO SWEET, 
 
 Little baby's come to town, 
 
 Hio Bio 
 Winking, blinking with a frown, 
 
 Hio Bio- 
 Dimpled cheeks and pretty eyes, 
 Deepest blue just like the skies, 
 Little fists and chubby feet, 
 Oh the baby is so sweet ! 
 
 Hio Bio- 
 Little baby brother mine, 
 
 Hio Bio- 
 Rosy lips and hair so fine, 
 
 Hio Bio 
 
 Xot so pretty when you cry. 
 Did they bring you from the sky, 
 Little voice now out of tune 
 Will be larghing pretty soon, 
 
 Hio Bio- 
 Pretty baby brother dear, 
 
 Hio Bio- 
 Face so white and skin so clear, 
 
 Hio Bio 
 
 I thank you mamma, yes I do, 
 I think it awful kind of you, 
 Bringing for me such a treat, 
 Oh the baby is so sweet ! 
 
 I lio Bio
 
 Other Thoughts. 205, 
 
 TELL IT ALL TO ME. 
 
 Twinkling, twinkling little star, 
 Shining down so bright on me, 
 Gazing o'er the world so far, 
 Will you tell me what you see? 
 
 Tell me of the sea and land, 
 Tell me of the mountains, grand, 
 Tell me of the woods and hills, 
 Of the rivers, brooks and rills. 
 
 Tell me of the birds and squirrels, 
 Tell of little boys and girls. 
 Up so high, how much you see, 
 Tell it, tell it all to me. 
 
 Tell it a-11 my little child ! 
 What you ask is very wild, 
 If I would begin today, 
 You'd be very old and gray 
 Ere the story is begun. 
 If I tell it all to thee. 
 Age on age of time will be 
 When the story would be done. 
 
 Much I see my child, 'tis true ; 
 I will tell you what to do, 
 Every night before you sleep 
 Through the window take a peep,
 
 2o6 Other Thoughts. 
 
 If you then can see me there, 
 First repeat your little prayer, 
 In your bed listen to me 
 I will tell of things I see. 
 
 Once upon a tiir.e, it was early in the morn, 
 When I was looking down from my home in the sky 
 As another day was just being born, 
 I saw your little world so swiftly passing by. 
 
 It was rolling round and round, like a spinning wheel ; 
 And whirling abort it spun so very fast 
 That when I would look, it made me dizzy, feel, 
 As the land and sea went swiftly flying past. 
 
 High over the hills I saw the mountains loom, 
 And a misty light was hanging o'er the sea ; 
 Sweet scented blossoms just opening into bloom. 
 I saw on the twigs of the peach and apple tree. 
 
 High upon a limb of a tall hickory tree. 
 A little grey squirrel sat there blinking at me ; 
 With grey on his back, and yellow on his breast, 
 Gathering the nuts, for the young in its nest. 
 
 In its little nest I then took a peep 
 And four little squirrels I saw fast asleep. 
 Protected from snow, secure from rain and hail, 
 Covered snug and warm with their long bushy tail.
 
 Otl.e;- Thoughts. 207 
 
 In its papa's house I saw a little child, 
 A sweet little baby, prettiest thing I'd seen, 
 Cozy in the cradle, it looked at me and smiled, 
 The pride of its mamma, was this pretty queen. 
 
 Of all the pretty things this was the sweetest sight 
 I saw in the sky, on land or in the deep. 
 But I will tell no more till some other night, 
 Your eyes are heavy now 'tis time to go to sleep. 
 
 A HAPPY NEW YE,AR. 
 
 A happy new year come to thee, my child ; 
 
 A happy new year to thee 
 May the srn shine bright, and the storms be mild 
 
 And the waves upon life's sea, 
 May they be smooth that thou pleasantly glide 
 
 Its surface, happy and free. 
 
 May every trre pleasure with thee abide, 
 
 Chosen friends be at thy side ; 
 May thy pathway be strewn with flowers, rare, 
 
 And birds sing their sweetest lay ; 
 The thorn, discontent, be swept from thy way 
 
 That thy life be free from care, 
 Is the happy Xew Year I would wish for thee.
 
 208 Other Thoughts. 
 
 A LITTLE, STORY 
 
 In a wee little country 
 There lived a little king, 
 Upon his little finger 
 He wore a little ring. 
 
 There was a little lady 
 Who was his little queen, 
 They had a little baby 
 The sweetest ever seen. 
 
 This little little missie, 
 She had a pussy cat, 
 With little little kitties 
 So cunning sleek and fat. 
 
 These little little kittens 
 And their mother pussy cat, 
 Wore little little mittens 
 And a dandy little hat. 
 
 One day these little kittens, 
 When in the little house, 
 Darning their little mittens. 
 They saw a little mouse. 
 
 Across the room they slyly stole 
 And crept along the floor, 
 The mouse ran in a little hole 
 And it was seen no more.
 
 Other Thoughts. 209 
 
 SONGS. 
 
 There is music in the air 
 Purest of life's delight ; 
 There is music every where 
 When the heart and mind is right. 
 Sweetly lingering soul of song, 
 Cheering weary life along, 
 Blessed is he whose life can be 
 Cheered with songs of harmony.
 
 210 Other Thoughts. 
 
 THE PICTURES ON THE WALL. 
 
 In the springtime of our lives 
 
 We are planting for the days, 
 When the shade of age, now gathering, 
 
 Doth so gently o'er ns fall. 
 Storing ir.em'ries of our youth 
 
 And on our happy childish plays, 
 To be gathered in our musings, 
 
 Buried deep in mem'ries thrall ; 
 Then our thoughts go to the homestead 
 
 Where our youthful days were passed, 
 And we see the family circle 
 
 Of the dear ones, one and all. 
 And the many kind neighbors 
 
 Friends with whom our lives were cast, 
 When we gaze upon their pictures 
 
 On the wall. 
 
 First we see our mother, dear. 
 
 That face so kind and mild. 
 Taking irerrory back to childhood 
 
 And we seem to hear her call, 
 With responding cries. Mamma, 
 
 Echoed there by every child 
 As they gather close around her, 
 
 Loving mother, one and all. 
 Then the face of noble father 
 
 Marked with lines of toil and care, 
 How he strove witli thought and labor. 
 
 That no want would on us fall ;
 
 Other Tlwnghts. 211 
 
 And our sisters and brothers 
 
 In memory all are there, 
 When we gaze upon their pictures 
 
 On the wall. 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh those faces, remembered faces, 
 
 How we loved them one and all. 
 
 Now the pictures take their places 
 
 When our glances on them fall ; 
 Happy memories of our young days 
 
 Do they to orr minds recall, 
 When we gaze upon their pictures 
 
 On the wall. 
 
 ALONE WITH THEE. 
 
 When in the closet of the mind, 
 I shut the door and close the blind, 
 That other thoughts may not be there 
 When I seek Thee, my God, in prayer. 
 
 With thee alone, in there my God, 
 Then thou cans't read my every thought 
 In silent prayer I then will be, 
 Nearer my God nearer to Thee. 
 
 While there with Thee, my God, alone, 
 My prayer will be. Thy will be done. 
 In close communion will I be 
 Nearer my God to Thee.
 
 212 Other Thoughts. 
 
 THE OLD PLANTATION HOME WHERE 
 I WAS BORN. 
 
 Oh I long to take a trip 
 
 To the old plantation home ; 
 On the banks of old Sewanee I would roam, 
 
 There beneath the sunny skies 
 
 'Mid cle cotton and de corn, 
 In de old plantation home where I was born. 
 
 Oh, I long to see de massa 
 
 And deah missus face once more. 
 And to see de picaninnies play. 
 
 About de cabin door, 
 
 I would love to wake at dawn 
 
 On a bright and rosy morn, 
 In de old plantation home where I was born. 
 
 Wakin up de darkies all, so early in de morn : 
 Ho'in all de fo-noon in cle cotton and de corn. 
 Darkies all so hungry now, go blow de dinna horn 
 In de old plantation home Where I was born. 
 
 Xi)\v the mocking bird's shrill notes 
 
 Still is ringing on my ear, 
 And the turtle dove's sweet moan so soft and clear 
 
 With the meadow-lark's glad song 
 
 As it soars to greet the morn, 
 In de old plantation home where I was born.
 
 Other Thoughts. 213 
 
 How Fl lub to hunt the possom 
 And to tree de sly old coon, 
 
 And to hear the music of de hounds, 
 When deys bayin' at de moon. 
 Qh, that I could spend my life 
 In the days that's yet to come, 
 
 And be buried in de old plantation home. 
 
 QUEEN OF THE FARMER'S DAIRY. 
 
 Every rosy morn the sun's first shining ray, 
 Spies a pretty maid skipping along the way ; 
 Strolling the meadow through on its path across, 
 Calling the diary cows, with co-bos ! cobos ! 
 The birds all sweetly sing, as she trips along, 
 Join the the chorus of this little song : 
 
 Hi-oh, we tell you its so; 
 She is the girl to marry, 
 
 All pure cash, none of your trash, 
 This queen of the farmer's dairy. 
 
 Early every morn, there comes this pretty miss, 
 Cheeks so rosy, and with lips you'd love to kiss ; 
 Her pretty arms so bare, dressed so white and clean 
 Sitting down by bossy's side, pailing milk and cream. 
 Now all the farmer-boys, make the welkin ring, 
 Join in the chorus when this song they sing : 
 
 Hi-oh, we tell you its so ; 
 She is the girl to marry, 
 
 All pure cash, none of your trash, 
 This queen of the farmer's dairy.
 
 214 Other Thoughts. 
 
 Your mind it may be bright, 
 
 And your thoughts may all be right, 
 You may do your duty well both night and day ; 
 
 Although you may be wise, 
 
 You will seldom ever rise, 
 If you have not plenty cash on hand to pay. 
 
 You may exert your will, 
 
 But you have to foot the bill. 
 And to live you have to stop and make the hay ; 
 
 You may strive with all your might, 
 
 You will seldom win the fight, 
 For the dirty little dollar's in the way. 
 
 The white men they are right. 
 
 When they start out in the fight, 
 If all mercenary motives they despise; 
 
 For to raise a savage race, 
 
 To a higher, nobler place. 
 Is wherein a pure and noble purpose lies ; 
 
 But if they fight and bleed, 
 
 Just for commercial greed, 
 And are there to conquer for the sake of pay ; 
 
 If the right they will despise 
 
 They can never civilize 
 For the dirty little dollar's in the way.
 
 Other Thoughts. 215 
 
 To civilize a race, 
 
 That it takes its proper place, 
 Be first among the nations, in the van ; 
 
 Then spare oppression's rod, 
 
 Teach the love of home and God, 
 And the universal brotherhood of man. 
 
 Teach them to take delight, 
 
 In honesty and right, 
 And to love their neighbor, not alone for pay; 
 
 If these motives they despise, 
 
 They will never civilize. 
 For the dirty little dollar's in the way. 
 
 SUMMER SHOWERS. 
 
 When the summer showers gather 
 
 And it begins to rain. 
 How I love to hear its patter 
 
 Upon the window pane; 
 How I love to hear the rattle 
 
 Of the raindrops overhead, 
 And to hear the thunder battle 
 
 While I'm resting in my bed. 
 
 When the storm-cloud passes over 
 
 And it has ceased to rain, 
 Still I hear the distant roar 
 
 Like a battle o'er the plain. 
 Listening to the distant thunder, 
 
 Dreaming that my mother said: 
 "Hvsh, my dear, lie still and slumber, 
 
 Holy angels guard thy bed."
 
 2 if) Other Thoughts. 
 
 Constant thought without play 
 
 Will make the strongest mind give way. 
 
 "A little levity now and then 
 
 Is relished by the best of men." 
 
 COURTING SUNDAY NIGHT. 
 
 Polly wants a cracker, now, 
 
 A story she will write ; 
 How girls and boys at our house 
 
 Do courting Sunday night. 
 Jennie on the sofa sits 
 
 And Jack sits by her side, 
 Begging her to name the day 
 
 When she will be his bride. 
 
 Turning down the lamp so low 
 
 They put it almost out, 
 Having a most precious time 
 
 Can any of you doubt? 
 With her pretty hand in his 
 
 They think it not amiss, 
 When Polly has her cracker, 
 
 For Jack to have his kiss. 
 
 Polly wants a cracker, now, 
 For Jack has had his kiss, 
 
 Sitting on the sofa 
 With this pretty Miss,
 
 Other Thoughts. 217 
 
 Is'nt it delicious, though, 
 But Poll don't think it right, 
 
 This sitting in the parlor 
 A courtin' Sunday night. 
 
 Polly made a rule to eat 
 
 Whenever Jack did kiss, 
 But Polly isn't hungry now 
 
 She's rather tired of this ; 
 He came so soon and staid so long 
 
 And kissed so very fast 
 That Polly thinks she's had enough, 
 
 She's had her fill at last. 
 
 Oh won't he stop this crazy fit, 
 
 The day begins to peep, 
 And Polly is so tired now 
 
 She wants to go to sleep ; 
 If Jack don't give up pretty soon 
 
 She'll have to break the rule, 
 And say she is no match for Jack 
 
 She feels so awful full. 
 
 Poll don't want a cracker, now, 
 
 She's eat enough to h"st ; 
 She thinks that Jack's tbe biggest fool 
 
 Ere made of common dr-st ; 
 He kept it up the whole night long 
 
 And Poll don't think it right, 
 This sitting in the parlor 
 
 A courtin' Sunday night.
 
 218 Other Thoughts. 
 
 STICK TO YOUR TRADE. 
 
 If all was as perfect as the days go round, 
 Each must stick to his profession or trade ; 
 In a jack of all trades, seldom is found 
 Results attaining the higher grade. 
 
 To repair a watch so it will not stop 
 Sensible people to jewelers would go; 
 They would not take it to a blacksmith shop. 
 But to those whose studies help them to know. 
 
 The shoemaker fits your foot with a shoe 
 That will give ease without pinching your corn ; 
 Should the doctor try the same thing to do, 
 You surely would wish you never was born. 
 
 The doctor will feel your pulse, when you're sick, 
 And prescribe the dose that will make you well ; 
 Should the mason prescribe some powdered brick, 
 Just how you would feel 'twould be hard to tell. 
 
 If you'd invest in the perfect and best 
 Then rreddle not with another one's trade ; 
 You would have a botch that would not stand test, 
 For a trade can't be bought all ready made.
 
 Other Thoughts. 219 
 
 AT THE TEACHERS' INSTITUTE. 
 
 Into the town I dropped last week 
 To work the village so to speak 
 But for my business there was no show, 
 For "Schoolma'ams" here, were all the go. 
 
 Hotels were as crowded as they could be, 
 It seemed there was no place for me ; 
 But at last I found a place to tie 
 And watch the schoolma'ms passing by. 
 
 Twenty schoolma'ams I saw in a bunch, 
 Twenty schoolma'ams going to lunch ; 
 Twenty schoolma'ams all looking so cute, 
 Leaving the teachers' institute. 
 
 There are ten schoolma'ams, and ten times ten, 
 Wielding the power of thought and pen, 
 To teach young ideas how to shoot, 
 Now at the teachers' institute. 
 
 One hundred schoolma'ams with faces fair, 
 Brinful of sense, smiled on me there ; 
 Dresses all styles with hats trimmed to suit, 
 Here at the teachers' institute. 
 
 Though business was dead, what did I care ; 
 All I could do, was sit and stare ; 
 Such beauty and grace, with sense combined, 
 Drove thoughts of business from my mind. 
 
 Here's to the schoolma'ams everywhere : 
 May you all in good fortune share ; 
 For a better world comes from the fruit. 
 Of ideas you start to shoot.
 
 22O Other Thoughts. 
 
 THE DUTCHMAN'S EXPERIENCE. 
 
 You vants to know mine experience mit specs 
 It vas lik dis: 
 
 Mine eyes vas dim, I goot not see, 
 
 I knows not vot to do. 
 A beddler gomes along, says he, 
 
 I sold some sphecs mit you. 
 
 I dries dem on, dey vas all right ; 
 
 Der makes tings look so pig; 
 I tonght dat dey vould helnp mine sight, 
 
 I paid him for der ri'g. 
 
 I put dem on yust right off quick ; 
 
 Mine vrow she vill be glad ; 
 But soon dey make me awful sick, 
 
 I neffer feel so pad. 
 
 I meets mine vife and girl, some how 
 Der specks mine head made whirl, 
 
 Dot ven I dried to kiss mine vrow, 
 I kissed der hired girl. 
 
 Mine vife. she feel so ferry pad, 
 And vat made tings more vorse, 
 
 Aline vrow she get so awful mad, 
 She say she get diworse. 
 
 I though I try some sphecs vonce more, 
 
 Ven I go to der fair, 
 I find dem at der hartware store, 
 
 And puys mineself a pair.
 
 Other Thoughts. 221 
 
 I puts clem on yust right off now, 
 But dey vas not yust straight, 
 
 So ven I tried to kiss mine vrow, 
 
 I asked mine vrow, vat shall I do ? 
 She said, Oh ! do be vise, 
 
 And let no von sell sphecs mit you, 
 
 Who cannot fit your eyes. 
 
 A great optician, vas now here ; 
 
 Go see him right avay, 
 Your eyes he'll test, your sight make clear. 
 
 Pefore he makes you pay. 
 
 He test mine eyes, as trre as life, 
 He makes dem clear and straight ; 
 
 I now can see to kiss mine vife, 
 Der girl and chamber mait. 
 
 There was an old maid she dressed in blue, 
 The longer she lived the younger she grew 
 There was an old man with no hair on his head, 
 The longer he talked the less he said. 
 This man and old maid, concluded to wed 
 And began to quarrel, now both are dead. 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 Ere exhausting all that's in us 
 'Tis best to quit and write 
 FINIS.
 
 SONGS. 
 
 Words and music by J. S. Emmert. 
 
 The three following songs, the words of which are given in full on 
 preceding pages, have been set to music, with piano accompaniment, by 
 the author of Sionilli. 
 
 THE DIRTY LITTLE DOLLAR IS IN THE WAY. 
 
 Solo and Quartette, piano accompaniment, 50 
 
 THE OLD PLANTATION HOME WHERE I WAS BORN. 
 
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 A song of the Sunny South in Old Plantation Days. 
 
 Song and chorus with piano accompaniment, 50 
 
 With orchestra accompaniment, eight pieces, i.oo 
 
 THE PICTURES ON THE WALL. 
 
 Andante 
 
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 A song not only of to-day but will last like Home Sweet Home to 
 recall memories of the dear ones when our grand children gather and 
 sing to us of the Pictures on the Wall. 
 
 A full four-page song and chorus, piano accompaniment 50 
 
 If the words of these songs please you, will find the music to cor- 
 respond, and may be had by addressing, 
 
 SIONILLI, 
 
 1149 Jackson Boul., Chicago, 111.
 
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