oRIdINH 6HARADE.
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Ny Tiasr TO the childlen Of labor and care,
Comes down as a guerdon Of quiet and
And the toll worn aud lowly seek recompense


there, n&r WeFf
For strifesnd for struggles ha, weary the
To the wasting and watching whose doom is
TO die,


Dim spirit Of shadow of silence and gloom,
Thy dark drowsy pinions flap mournfuliyby.
And thy breath hath laint Of the damps of


the tomb.
Stern sons Of the desert thou laughest to scorn
The impotent glitlers Of civilized war,
As my NEXT with speed like theowings of the
Bears on its wild rider from danger afar.
From the gold that would purchase the fosce


that would win,


He turns him alike with withering sneer,
He might part with his nearest and tenderest
kin,


But not with my second the chererished aud
"So'. ft @IFf st sAt F8atst
My WHOLE with a fearful and palsying pow
#. er, 8N
Falls heavy and cold on the dreamer at


night, Hlth
And whirls through the brain in that mystical


hour,


Strange horrible visions Of terror and fright.
Wild phantom Of midnight, pale goblin of i'll,
Like the vampire thy wing fans the slunl-


berer's blow - a I
While thy skeleton fingers remorseless and


chill, s ~ 3
Plunge deep in the current that curdles be


18 4a4za tD.f p. M. d.
u. s.. Hotel, Penn. Avenue. aH.
Answer e the Original Charade of Saturday
Sea Turtle. .s.... E.U