The Kingdom of Love | Page 7

alway
When young eyes look their first on the dead.
The freedom so longed
for is given.
The children speak low and draw near:
"Dear grandpa keeps
Christmas in Heaven
With grandma, this year."
AFTER THE ENGAGEMENT
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended -
The ball I wrote was to be;
And oh! it was perfectly splendid -
If you COULD have been here to see.
I've a thousand things to write
you
That I know you are wanting to hear,
And one, that is sure to delight
you -
I am wearing Joe's diamond, my dear!

Yes, mamma is quite ecstatic
That I am engaged to Joe;
She thinks I am rather erratic,
And feared that I might say "No."
But, Mabel, I'm twenty-seven
(Though nobody DREAMS it, dear),
And a fortune like Joe's isn't
given
To lay at one's feet each year.
You know my old fancy for Harry -
Or, at least, I am certain you guessed
That it took all my sense not to
marry
And go with that fellow out west.
But that was my very first season -
And Harry was poor as could be,
And mamma's good practical reason
Took all the romance out of me.
She whisked me off over the ocean,
And had me presented at court,
And got me all out of the notion
That ranch life out west was my forte.
Of course I have never
repented -
I'm not such a goose of a thing;
But after I had consented
To Joe--and he gave me the ring -
I felt such a queer sensation.
I seemed to go into a trance,
Away from the music's pulsation,
Away from the lights and the dance.
And the wind o'er the wild

prairie
Seemed blowing strong and free,
And it seemed not Joe, but Harry
Who was standing there close to me.
And the funniest feverish feeling
Went up from my feet to my head,
With little chills after it stealing -
And my hands got as numb as the dead.
A moment, and then it was
over:
The diamond blazed up in my eyes,
And I saw in the face of my lover
A questioning, strange surprise.
Maybe 'twas the scent of the flowers,
That heavy with fragrance bloomed near,
But I didn't feel natural for
hours;
It was odd now, wasn't it, dear?
Write soon to your fortunate Clara,
Who has carried the prize away,
And say you'll come on when I
marry, -
I think it will happen in May.
A HOLIDAY
THE WIFE
The house is like a garden,
The children are the flowers,
The gardener should come methinks
And walk among his bowers,
Oh! lock the door on worry

And shut your cares away,
Not time of year, but love and cheer,
Will make a holiday.
THE HUSBAND
Impossible! You women do not know
The toil it takes to make a
business grow.
I cannot join you until very late,
So hurry home, nor
let the dinner wait.
THE WIFE
The feast will be like Hamlet
Without a Hamlet part:
The home is but a house, dear,
Till you supply the heart.
The Xmas gift I long for
You need not toil to buy;
Oh! give me back one thing I lack -
The love-light in your eye.
THE HUSBAND
Of course I love you, and the children too
Be sensible, my dear, it is
for you
I work so hard to make my business pay.
There, now, run
home, enjoy your holiday.
THE WIFE (turning)
He does not mean to wound me,
I know his heart is kind.
Alas! that man can love us
And be so blind, so blind.
A little time for pleasure,
A little time for play;
A word to prove the life of love

And frighten Care away!
Tho' poor my lot in some small cot
THAT were a holiday.
THE HUSBAND (musing)
She has not meant to wound me, nor to vex -
Zounds! but 'tis difficult
to please the sex.
I've housed and gowned her like a very queen
Yet
there she goes, with discontented mien.
I gave her diamonds only
yesterday:
Some women are like that, do what you may.
FALSE
False! Good God, I am dreaming!
No, no, it never can be -
You who are so true in seeming,
You, false to your vows and me?
My wife and my fair boy's mother
The star of my life--my queen -
To yield herself to another
Like some light Magdalene!
Proofs! what are proofs--I defy them!
They never can shake my trust;
If you look in my face and deny them
I will trample them into the dust.
For whenever I read of the glory
Of the realms of Paradise,
I sought for the truth of the story
And found it in your sweet eyes.
Why, you are the shy young creature
I wooed in her maiden grace;
There was purity in each feature,
And my heaven I found in your face.
And, "not only married but

mated,"
I would say in my pride and joy;
And our hopes were all
consummated
When the angels