FAITHFUL JOE, 'Twss only a faded letter From a maid he dearly loved The edges wtre torn and ragged, The writing blurred and rubbed. Yet he lowd it, for it was a letter From a maid who long ago Had looked Into his eyes and softly said, "Yes, I'll marry yon, Joe." But. alas, thTnappy day came not For Nellie took sick and died, And wben she was placed in the churchyard, church-yard, Joe. lay across her grave and cried. He lay and cried the whole night long, Ana so bitter was his grief, That he prayed God to send him death That it mighrbrlng relief. Bat death came not, and Joe lived on Till he was seventy-three ffhen he died as he lay on Nellie's grave And his sorrowfnl sool was free. We saw him gasp, and rushed to his side Ere his spirit had gone above, The words he said as he closed his eyes were, "I've always been true to my love." Twas only a faded letter That was clutched in his withered hand, But it told all how true poor Joe had been To his love in the far-off land. He asked to be bnrled beside her We granted the simple reqnest And side by side in the churchyard, . The truest of true lovers rest.