His tawny cheek flushing, he, cursing, denied,
Though his knife, with the crime, was yet gory!
Then the jury consulted-she watched every face,
Look'd at him, like a lynx before leaping;

Her wild eyes flash fire, she grinds her white teeth,
Her hand to her girdle is creeping.

"The jury consulted!" All knew well enough
The verdict had long been decided;

"Not guilty," they said-false verdict-false court!
False to "Lynch " was the judge that presided!
For a moment her face droop'd between her brown hands,
Then a shiver of passion ran through her,

And she rose to her full height, a wonderful strength
Seem'd to come-whence, who knoweth?-unto her!
She cried-"That's the verdict! Not guilty! you say;"
Her eyes with her soul's light were glist'ning;
Every tone of her voice broke full and distinct

On the clear summer air that seem'd list'ning.
"I saw the blow struck at my love, by this cur!
Too late saw the sharp blade descending;
"Twas a quick, savage blow, unwarded, undreamt,
His life from my love sudden rending!"

"And is this all that you and your justice can do To the thief who has stolen my treasure,

Who has robb'd me of life, for he's robb'd me of love— Is this, of your law, the full measure?"

"Not guilty's the verdict the jurymen give,”

Said the judge, "It's the law, I endorse it!

And the sentence now is, that the pris'ner goes free!
It's the law; and I guess none can cross it!"

With fire ever glowing her eyes deeply burn'd,
Her hand to her girdle stole nearer;

And, as the judge utter'd his hard, cruel words,
Her duty unto her seem'd clearer.

She clutches at something that girdle within-
"There's my law!" she cries.
"There's my trying!"

A trigger's pull'd! a flash! a report!

See! his life-blood the meadow is dyeing.

The bullet went home, tore his foul heart in twain,
Amaz'd sat the judge on the bench there;
The verdict revers'd, true justice was done;

Judge and jury-that brave, loving wench there!

And still with the same dangerous blaze in her eye-
The six barrell'd shooter yet holding-

She pass'd through the crowd, and no man oppos'd-
Judge and jury, all silent, beholding.

THE WATER MILL.

ANON.

Another version of the "Water Mill," by D. C. McCallum, given in the third volume of this series.

Listen to the water mill all the livelong day

How the clicking of the wheel wears the hours away.
Languidly the autumn wind stirs the greenwood leaves;
From the field the reapers sing, binding up the sheaves;
And a memory o'er my mind as a spell is cast:
The mill will never grind with the water that is past.
Take the lesson to yourself, loving hearts and true;
Golden years are fleeting by; youth is passing, too.
Strive to make the most of life, lose no happy day;
Time will never bring you back chances swept away.
Leave no tender word unsaid-love while love shall last-
The mill will never grind with the water that is past.

Work while yet the daylight shines, man of thought and will;
Never does the streamlet glide useless by the mill;
Wait not till to-morrow's sun beams upon your way,
All that you can call your own lies in this-to-day.
Power, intellect and health may not always last-
The mill cannot grind with water that is past.

Oh! the wasted hours of life that have drifted by,
Oh! the good we might have done, lost without a sigh!
Love that we might once have saved by a single word-
Thoughts conceived, but never penned, perishing unheard!
Take the proverb to thine heart, take and hold it fast-
The mill will never grind with the water that is past.

THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.

ANON.

Old Teddy O'Rourke kept a nice little school at a place called Clarina, in the south of Ireland; he hadn't many scholars because the folks in those parts were for the most part too poor to send their children to school, and they picked up their learning as pigs do their meat; still Teddy had some pupils, though they were a roughish lot, in spite of their having to pay a penny a week extra to be taught

manners.

Teddy's school-room was a bit of a shed, and the boys couldn't complain of bad ventilation, seeing that there was a hole in the roof which left it open to the blue sky, and the rain too, for in those parts, when the rain does pour, it comes down mightily.

Well, one morning, says Ted, "My boys, since all of you are here, I'll just call over your names to see that none of you are missing. Gerald McShaa?"-"I'm here, sir.""Paddy O'Shaughnessy."-"Here, but my brother Barney ain't."—" Where is your brother Barney, then ?”"He's dead, sir, and they are going to wake him."—" Are they; well, you go and sit down by the fire, and larn your task, and don't be falling asleep, or I'll be waking you. Paddy MacShane, my darling, come here and bring your ugly face wid you, and spell me Constantinople."—"I can't, sir." "Can't you? then by the powers I'll teach you; first of all you see there's C."—“ C.” "0."—"0." "N.""N." "Con."-"Con." "That's the Con.". "That's the Con." "S." "S." "T.” “T.” "A."—"A." "N.""N." "Stan."-"Stan." "That's the Stan."-That's the Stan." "And the Constan."-"And the Constan." “T.”—“ T.” " I."—" I." "Ti."—"Ti." "That's the Ti."-"That's the Ti." "And the Stanti."-" And the Stanti." "And the Constanti."-"And the Constanti." "N.”—“N." 660.”—“ 0.” "No." "No." "That's the

No."-"That's the No."

"And the Tino."-" And the Tino." "And the Stantino."- "And the Stantino." "And the Constantino."-" And the Constantino." "P."_" P." "L."—" L." "E." "E." "Ple."" Pull." "That's

"And the Nople."—" And .”—“ And the Tinopull."

the Ple."-"That's the Pull."
the Nopull."-" And the Tinople."

66 'And the Stantinople."-" And the Stantinopull." "And
the Constantinople."-" And the "Constantinopull."
"Now," said Teddy to Felix O'Brian, "before you go
down come up and say your letters. What is the name of
the first letter of the alphabet ?" "X, sir." "No, sir;
what does your father give the donkey to eat, sir?"
"Nothing, sir." "And what else, sir?"
6 Hay,

sir."

แ

sir."

Arrah, can't you say

66 'Aye, that's a good boy; and what's next to A ?" "Don't know, sir." "What is the name of that great bird that flies about the garden and stings the people?" "A wasp, sir." "No, sir. What is it that makes all the honey?” 66 Bee, sir." "B-that's right; B A good boy, and mind what I say, and you'll be a beautiful scholar. Now the next letter to B, what is it?" "I don't know, sir." "What do I do when I turn up my eyes?" "You squint, sir." "And what else, sir?" "You see." "C-that's right; now what's next to C?" "W, "What is your grandmother's name ?” "Judee, sir." แ D without the Ju ?" "Yes, sir, D and no Jew." "Well, sir." "E, F." Well, what do you stop for ?" "Because I can't go no further." "What do the waggoners say when they want their horses to go faster?” “Gee ho, Dobbin." G, and no ho Dobbin." "H."-"Well, that's right, and what follows H?" "Don't know." "What has your mother got by the side of her nose?" "A pimple, sir." "A pimple?" "Yes, sir, and one eye." "I-that's a good boy; you're my head scholar, and will soon be a man; well, go on." "J." "What's next to J?" "I'm sure I don't know." "What does your mother open the

door with ?" "A poker, sir." "And what besides ?" "A

string, sir." "And what else?" “A kay, sir.”. “K— that's right, to be sure-she opens the door with a key— now what's next to K?" "L." "Well, and what's next?” "Don't know, sir." "What does your mother do with her nightcaps when she makes them?" "She pawns them, sir." "Stoopid booby-how does she make them?" "She cuts them out and hems them." "Can't you say M and no cut out." "M and no cut out." "I'll cut out your jacket— what's next?” "Don't know, sir." "How does your mother get her eggs?" "She buys 'em, sir." "Doesn't the hen lay them?" "Father sold the hen to buy whisky." "Och, the ungrateful young scamp of an informer! take that!" "Oh !" "Oh, right at last. I thought I'd make you say O. Go on." "I can't sir." "What does Biddy “Pays, sir, and praties." "Say pay

feed the pigs with ?"

and no praties." "Pay and no praties." "And it's no praties you shall have to-day, for you'll go and stand in the corner-send up the next boy."

THE LAUNCHING OF THE SHIP.

"Build me straight, O worthy Master!

Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel,

That shall laugh at all disaster,

And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!"

Day by day the vessel grew,

With timbers fashioned strong and true,
Stemson and keelson and sternson knee,
Till, framed with perfect symmetry,
A skeleton ship rose up to view!
And around the bows and along the side
The heavy hammers and mallets plied,
Till after many a week, at length,
Wonderful for form and strength,
Sublime in its enormous bulk,
Loomed aloft the shadowy hulk!

LONGFELLOW.