Show from poems by J batir a deaf mule I 1 the battle battie or of the snake AN TO DEAR KATE more inore dear than I 1 can tell I 1 no matter though you vou know it well dear kate in in this delicious del cious weather I 1 wish don dont t you vou we w were ere torether together I 1 that we might war wander band in hand I 1 amid those scenes effer df mry iry land I 1 I 1 which now to glad thy vision rise and fancy pictures to my eyes ey ea to climb the hills billa the woods explore or ramble by the sea beat shore where ringing waves delight thy ear with music em mine ne shall never hear or rave where sweetest flowers embower erd bower I 1 M my pretty r eaf kate a sweeter flower while W h yi le po baffy balmy zephyrs zephyrs kiss thy braf Of beauty y might mig ht I 1 kiss it am mid scenes like ike these simmers one on day A lordly serpent wood his way from rattlers line of length he came and gloried in a tail fair of fame his pointed tongue t 1 e his bis spa sparkling riling eyes his sorg cowa abe of thousand dyes ayes alt ail with rap rapture tire swelled Ws his hides hide for snakes like other fools fool shave have pride while winding through h a tangled brake he chanced to meet another snake who wore a suit of sober blaek black which might become a doctors back and coiled in many a ring reclined while thoughts as coiled perplexed his mind good j parson black ah ab it is yo you U flippant rattle I 1 how dye do pm pretty prett well I 1 thank you sir s i 1 r hows mrs ars black abts foiw well with her how are the little liitle dears so so the youn youngest zest has beed ailing abo f irh rh how go the tines oh of h very bad I 1 V sighed flack 5 the times are truly sad which plunges me in deep dejection and makes me ask in sage rei reflection lection why all that is beneath the skies Is what it is not otherwise why providence by strange mistakes instead of men has made us snakes why we are born awl and wherefore die why iny V fool rattle riot not why he who himself will wretched make deserves the hiss of every snake ane enough for lis that all on earth Is full fob of beauty yie I 1 fe and mirth while of its joys 1 I have a share I 1 care not who way may cherish care mine be the maxim wise and just live while you yoa live die when you must 1 c then theft die this nio moment ment black exclaimed with foaming 7 lip and aad eye inflamed at this the other ather shook his rattle to sound the stirring c charge h bew e to battle so fiercely fier celi they together new they bit bite aeb other rot right in two black 1 t I beg a truce my friend I 1 to ponder on my letter latter end so each in different windings past to seek his tail and fix it fast but in their hurry by mistake black got crot the tail of rattlesnake and ha rattle attle to himself did tack unwittingly the tail of black now rattle fiercely shook the tail he thought to bis own without avail to wake the sound once wont to be his earthquake voice of victory S now right now left he lashed the mund ground but bum barn the tail 1 it gave no sound he swings it left he be swin swings it right in vain poor rattle bursts with spite black tor for his part art 3 had bad run away dit as he runs po to his dismay mud loud from his tail a rattle peak As if the foe ware were at his bis heels more fast he runs rum more loud it rings and louder londer as he faster springs he runs tor for six successive suns and still it rattles as he runs he runs and runs till out of breath and then the rattle sleeps in death you yeu say this story carit cant be true dear kate I 1 quite agree with you but blit now that I 1 must say farewell one little word of truth ill tell and well you know I 1 speak sincerely in saying skate kate I 1 love you dearly m postscript some say they are not able to see sec the moral of mi my table fable inform them had the snakes been wise is like they would have wed their eyes and secondly it hence appears our eyes are better than our ears from which reflection I 1 contrive some consolation to derive for though I 1 oft have sighed my dear that it is is not for me to hear tae thrilling music of thy voice that would my very heart rejoice yet when my arm is round thee wreathing and on thy brow in my ai lip is i breathing when fhy dear head hea hand caresses or wreathes wr es among thy raven tresses esses or clasps in mine thy t y fai fairy fingers while fond my look I 1 upon u n thee lingers then while I 1 trace affection Afflec ti ion breathing from thy face oh then I 1 feel in in deep delight THERE is A FOR FOB THE SIG SIGHT hta which I 1 would not exchange tor for all that ever on th the e ear may fag copyright secured |