Don't be silly and think you'll try
To bother the colleges, when you die,
With codicil this, and codicil that,

That Knowledge may starve while Law grows fat; For there never was pitcher that would n't spill, And there's always a flaw in a donkey's will!

DE SAUTY.

AN ELECTRO-CHEMICAL ECLOGUE.

Professor.

Blue-Nose.

PROFESSOR.

ELL me, O Provincial! speak, Ceruleo-
Nasal!

Lives there one De Sauty extant now
among you,

Whispering Boanerges, son of silent thunder,
Holding talk with nations?

Is there a De Sauty ambulant on Tellus,
Bifid-cleft like mortals, dormient in night-cap,
Having sight, smell, hearing, food-receiving feature
Three times daily patent?

Breathes there such a being, O Ceruleo-Nasal? Or is he a mythus, ancient word for "humbug," Such as Livy told about the wolf that wet-nursed Romulus and Remus?

Was he born of woman, this alleged De Sauty?
Or a living product of galvanic action,
Like the acarus bred in Crosse's flint-solution?
Speak, thou Cyano-Rhinal!

BLUE-NOSE.

Many things thou askest, jackknife-bearing stranger, Much-conjecturing mortal, pork-and-treacle-waster! Pretermit thy whittling, wheel thine ear-flap toward

me,

Thou shalt hear them answered.

When the charge galvanic tingled through the cable, At the polar focus of the wire electric

Suddenly appeared a white-faced man among us : Called himself "DE SAUTY."

As the small opossum held in pouch maternal Grasps the nutrient organ whence the term mammalia, So the unknown stranger held the wire electric, Sucking in the current.

When the current strengthened, bloomed the palefaced stranger,

Took no drink nor victual, yet grew fat and rosy, And from time to time, in sharp articulation, Said, "All right! DE SAUTY."

From the lonely station passed the utterance, spread

ing

Through the pines and hemlocks to the groves of

steeples,

Till the land was filled with loud reverberations

Of" All right! DE SAUTY."

When the current slackened, drooped the mystic

stranger,

Faded, faded, faded, as the stream grew weaker,
Wasted to a shadow, with a hartshorn odor
Of disintegration.

Drops of deliquescence glistened on his forehead, Whitened round his feet the dust of efflorescence, Till one Monday morning, when the flow suspended, There was no De Sauty.

Nothing but a cloud of elements organic,
C. O. H. N. Ferrum, Chlor. Flu. Sil. Potassa,
Calc. Sod. Phosph. Mag. Sulphur, Mang. (?) Alu-
min. (?) Cuprum, (?)

Such as man is made of.

Born of stream galvanic, with it he had perished! There is no De Sauty now there is no current ! Give us a new cable, then again we 'll hear him Cry, "All right! DE SAUTY."

THE OLD MAN DREAMS.

FOR one hour of youthful joy!
Give back my twentieth spring!
I'd rather laugh a bright-haired boy
Than reign a gray-beard king!

Off with the wrinkled spoils of age
Away with learning's crown!
Tear out life's wisdom-written page,
And dash its trophies down!

!

One moment let my life-blood stream
From boyhood's fount of flame!
Give me one giddy, reeling dream
Of life all love and fame!

-My listening angel heard the prayer,
And, calmly smiling, said,
"If I but touch thy silvered hair,
Thy hasty wish hath sped.

"But is there nothing in thy track
To bid thee fondly stay,

While the swift seasons hurry back
To find the wished-for day?"

-Ah, truest soul of womankind!
Without thee, what were life?
One bliss I cannot leave behind:
I'll take my — precious -wife!

The angel took a sapphire pen
And wrote in rainbow dew,

"The man would be a boy again,
And be a husband too!"

"And is there nothing yet unsaid
Before the change appears?
Remember, all their gifts have fled
With those dissolving years!"

Why, yes; for memory would recall
My fond paternal joys;

I could not bear to leave them all;

I'll take-my-girl-and- boys!

The smiling angel dropped his pen,—

Why, this will never do;

The man would be a boy again,

And be a father too!"

And so I laughed, — my laughter woke
The household with its noise,

And wrote my dream, when morning broke,
To please the gray-haired boys.

MARE RUBRUM.

LASH out a stream of blood-red wine!-
For I would drink to other days;
And brighter shall their memory shine,
Seen flaming through its crimson blaze.

The roses die, the summers fade;

But every ghost of boyhood's dream

By Nature's magic power is laid

To sleep beneath this blood-red stream.

It filled the purple grapes that lay
And drank the splendors of the sun
Where the long summer's cloudless day
Is mirrored in the broad Garonne ;
It pictures still the bacchant shapes
That saw their hoarded sunlight shed,
The maidens dancing on the grapes,

Their milk-white ankles splashed with red.