THE WIDOW’S SON.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 5, Issue 271, 29 May 1865, Page 3

THE WIDOW’S SON.

BY J. HASSIES.

Th“ gladsome sunner’s sun shone bright O’er meadow, wood, and lea; As from the snhool a blithesome troop Of boys rushed merrily ; And one amidst that bounding throng Stood first in class and play, With sparkling eyes and truthful face As open as the day. Brave as a lion to defend The helpless ones was ho ; And not unmoved could hd behold The tear of misery ; Thus loving all, and in return Beloved by sill he knew. His heart, with generous sympathies, Expanded as he grew. And he, too, was the sunlight of A widowed mother’s heart, Who dreaded much, alas, the time When from him she should part; Eor he must bear his banner mid The world’s unequal strife, And early learn to scale the steep Acclivity of life. Like eagle borne on pinion fleet Still upwards was his aim; And strong his soul’s ambition proved Fame’s laurel wreath to gain; Bravely awhile he struggled on, Whilst hope illumed his eyes But the demon drink beset his path. And robbed them of the prize. “ Take but one glass,” the tempter said, “ To drink cannot be wrong, ’Twill quicken talent’s slumbering fires, Make mind body strong.” But, oh, those promises were false, For following in the train Of this “ One glass” came misery, Intemp’rance, want, and pain. He broke his mother’s loving heart, And died as drunkards do, Who for strong drink the freedom sell Of mind and body too. Would you escape such ills as these, No more in darkness grope, But drink pure water, fresh and free, And join our Band of Hope. ME. HUNT TICK TO MISS IDDIB OTTE. Fair Maiden with the Cross-cut eye, Thy jet black teeth cavernous lie; Those teeth that glare so at the midnight call, Thy voice melodious howls along the walk Had I thee near me when the moon is up, On Moonbeams and the luscious Toad we’d sup. We’d frolic, frisk, and tumble roaring play, And chase the barking Dogfish from the Bay. Oh ! I wonld press thee, squeeze thee, fondly so Thy lovjng cries should pierce the mountains through; Then come, my charmer, clank love’s chain along, And warble loud the soft complaining song. Pout out the Buttercup, let’s swim across the land And drink each other’s healths in sparkling sand; If I am false to thee, oh, then how true, I’ll press again that cup of ruin blue; But see, pale Phoebus in the lamps arise, The rosy Morn looks like thy bleary eyes; The Pig his plumage proudly now displays, And on the Bagpipes soft at avetide plays; The Cat melodious on the creepy wall, In accents sweet pours forth his plaintive call; ’Tis thus Grimalkin flies along the main, His tail, unfolded, shelt’ring him from min. The peaked Glow-worm now lifts up his eyes, Come haste away, my love, arise, arise. —Punch iu Canterbury.

A lady recently called upon a professional gen* tie man to have a com removed from her toe. Being somewhat modest and refined, she had drawn a silk stocking over her foot to conceal it, having first cut a hole in the garment large enough for the protrusion of the offending excrescence. The professor contemplated the delicate arrangement for a moment, and then- deliberately drew from his pocket and put upon his hands a pair of white kid gloves before proceeding with his surgical ’abors.— New York World. Cannibalism. —ln the course of discussion at the Ethnological Society, Mr Crauford affirmed that no people ever resorted to cannibalism which had plenty of animal food. The introduction of the hog had done almost as much, to root out cannibalism in New Zealand as Christianity. Professor Huxley alleged, on the contrary, that cannibalism exists even where there is abundant animal food, and argued “that the first thing which naturally occurred to a man was, not to love hia neighbor, but to eat him.”—[[There was always an abundant supply of animal food (birds and fish) in New Zealand.— Ed. H.B.T]. I shall not easily forget the sarcasm of Swift’s smile he told us of the Prince of Orange’s harangue to the mob of Portsmouth. “We are come,” said he, “for your good—for all your goods.” “ A universal principle,” added Swift, of all Governments ; but, like most other truths, only told by mistake.”