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Killed By The Natives.
I must not be taken as acquiescing in the absolute accuracy of the learned constable ' s legal proposition because I did not at once proceed to controvert it . I bade my entertainer farewell and went on my way musing . It was only the other day I passed through Little Stuart Place again in taking a near cut north-south-west . I looked at my oyster shop , but the shutters were up : nailed to the centre one was a black-bordered card on which was legibly inscribed in a fair
commercial hand , — " Closed to-day in consequence of the funeral of the late proprietor . " " Rest , rest , perNn-bed spirit ! " as Hamlet pathetically adjures his father ' s ghost . His tormentor had kill d him at last , then . Like Captain Cook , he had been killed by a native—if those imported aliens can be politely held to be entitled to the indigenous appellation—an Anglo Portico nativeat all events—the last oyster had slain the opener .
, I have in my possession the very club with which the above eminent navigator was brained . Every savant ought to have one . No collection can he cons ' c . ered complete without it . When I look at my South Sea weapon , I think of my franoic host , and it suggests that of him also , ephuistically , the epitaph might be written , " Killed by the Natives !"
Time's Changes.
TIME'S CHANGES .
BY MATTloJ W . TOBKEY . Tn . i 3 songs we sang in other years They greet us now no more ;' The loves that roused our hopes ancl fears Are vanished now , ancl o ' er .
The friends we love are scattered wide , Familiar scenes are changed ; Ancl hearts that once were true and tried Are lifeless or estranged . The lip tl e sweetest smile that wore ; The cheek that bloomed most
fan-; The voice that charmed us long before , With music rich ancl rare ; The eyes whose lightest glance could still Our hearts with love enthrall , Whose smile could bless , whose frown could kill , Are changed or vanished all .
The way was bright before us then , The coming day seemed fair ; We mingled with our fellow-men , With hearts to do ancl dare . The hopes of youth are faded now , Its fevered dreams are past :
Ancl time , upon our furrowed brow , His silvery shade has cast . We , too , are changed , but not in heart ! Old times may do his worst ; He cannot from remembrance part The Things we loved at first .
The eyes may dim , the cheeks grow pale , The snows of age may fall , Tet shall our memories never fail To beed affection ' s call .
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Killed By The Natives.
I must not be taken as acquiescing in the absolute accuracy of the learned constable ' s legal proposition because I did not at once proceed to controvert it . I bade my entertainer farewell and went on my way musing . It was only the other day I passed through Little Stuart Place again in taking a near cut north-south-west . I looked at my oyster shop , but the shutters were up : nailed to the centre one was a black-bordered card on which was legibly inscribed in a fair
commercial hand , — " Closed to-day in consequence of the funeral of the late proprietor . " " Rest , rest , perNn-bed spirit ! " as Hamlet pathetically adjures his father ' s ghost . His tormentor had kill d him at last , then . Like Captain Cook , he had been killed by a native—if those imported aliens can be politely held to be entitled to the indigenous appellation—an Anglo Portico nativeat all events—the last oyster had slain the opener .
, I have in my possession the very club with which the above eminent navigator was brained . Every savant ought to have one . No collection can he cons ' c . ered complete without it . When I look at my South Sea weapon , I think of my franoic host , and it suggests that of him also , ephuistically , the epitaph might be written , " Killed by the Natives !"
Time's Changes.
TIME'S CHANGES .
BY MATTloJ W . TOBKEY . Tn . i 3 songs we sang in other years They greet us now no more ;' The loves that roused our hopes ancl fears Are vanished now , ancl o ' er .
The friends we love are scattered wide , Familiar scenes are changed ; Ancl hearts that once were true and tried Are lifeless or estranged . The lip tl e sweetest smile that wore ; The cheek that bloomed most
fan-; The voice that charmed us long before , With music rich ancl rare ; The eyes whose lightest glance could still Our hearts with love enthrall , Whose smile could bless , whose frown could kill , Are changed or vanished all .
The way was bright before us then , The coming day seemed fair ; We mingled with our fellow-men , With hearts to do ancl dare . The hopes of youth are faded now , Its fevered dreams are past :
Ancl time , upon our furrowed brow , His silvery shade has cast . We , too , are changed , but not in heart ! Old times may do his worst ; He cannot from remembrance part The Things we loved at first .
The eyes may dim , the cheeks grow pale , The snows of age may fall , Tet shall our memories never fail To beed affection ' s call .