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Show THE SONG OF THE MARKET PLACE. Cay was the (hrontr that poured through the k. reets of the old French town; The wnlis with bunting streamed, ami the flags (tisM-d up and down. "Ylwl'rot! Vivel'r&ll" the shout of the people rout the air. And the cannon shock" and roared, and the bells were all ablara. But, crouched by St. Peter's fount, a beggar with her child, Weary and faint and starved, with eyes that were sad and wild, Onied on the )ussing crowd, and cried as It went and came Alnis, for the love of God! Pitj In jAiu'a name:" I'ew were the coins that fell, In the Stile cup she bore, But she looked at her starving babe and cried from her heart the more: "Alma, for the love ot Uodl Mother of Jeau, hear! The steeplea shook with bells, and the prayer was j Urow ned in a cheer. Dutseel through the thoughtless crowd conies one with a regal face. Be catches the beggar's prayer, and turns with a gentle grwe: "Alma thou shalt Lave, poor soul! Alas, not a ' sou to sharel Eut stjiy 1" and he doffs his hat and stands iu tho crowded square. Then from his beart he sang a little song of the south. A far off cradle song, that fell from his mother's ! mouth. And the din was bushed In the square, and the people stood as mute As the beasts In the Thracian wood when Orpheus . j touched his lute. j fhe melting tenor ceased, and a sob from the . I list'ners came. , 'JIarioi" cried a voice, and the throng caught up : 1 the name. t "Mario!" and the coins rained like a shower of j i gold, ; tTUl the singer's hat o'erflowed like Midas' chests j of old. j "Sister," he said, and turned to the beggar j I crouching there. "Take It; the gold is thine; Jesn hath heard thy , prayer" Then kissed the white faced child, and smiling ; went his way, G'.addeud with kindly thoughts and the joy of j holiday. That night, when the footlights shone on the 1 famous tenor's face. And ho bowed to the splendid throng with his wonted princely grace, i Cheer after cheer went up, and stormed at with flowers, he stood , tAe a dark und noble pine, when the blossoms : blow through the wood. i V'llder tho tumult grew, till out of Lis fine de- : ppair The thought of tho beggar rose, and the song he hail sung in the square. Raiding his hand bo smiled, and a silence filled the place, While ho rang that simple air, with the love light ou his face. vYet were the singer's cheeks when the hist note ! died away brightest of nil bis bays, the wreath that be won that day! 1 Bung for the love of God, sung for sweet pity's sake, (Song of tho market place, tribute ot laurel take. ! James Buckham. ( I |