Volume IX Part 11 (1/2)
”I accept your apology,” said I, ”but let's hurry home.” There was but one residence to pa.s.s, and that, thank fortune, was so densely screened by shrubbery that the inmates could not see the road. To be sure, we were on a favorite driving road, but we could reach home in five minutes, and we might dodge into the woods if we heard a carriage coming. Ha! There came a carriage already, and we--was there ever a sorrier-looking group? There were ladies in the carriage, too--could it be--of course it was--did the evil spirit, which guided those children always, send an attendant for Miss Mayton before he began operations?
There she was, anyway--cool, neat, dainty, trying to look collected, but severely flushed by the attempt. It was of no use to drop my eyes, for she had already recognized me; so I turned to her a face which I think must have been just the one--unless more defiant--that I carried into two or three cavalry charges.
”You seem to have been having a real good time together,” said she, with a conventional smile, as the carriage pa.s.sed. ”Remember, you're all going to call on me to-morrow afternoon.”
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Railway cars.
[2] Rocked.
[3] Basket.
A REFLECTIVE RETROSPECT
BY JOHN G. SAXE
'Tis twenty years, and something more, Since, all athirst for useful knowledge, I took some draughts of cla.s.sic lore, Drawn very mild, at ----rd College; Yet I remember all that one Could wish to hold in recollection; The boys, the joys, the noise, the fun; But not a single Conic Section.
I recollect those harsh affairs, The morning bells that gave us panics; I recollect the formal prayers, That seemed like lessons in Mechanics; I recollect the drowsy way In which the students listened to them, As clearly, in my wig, to-day, As when, a boy, I slumbered through them.
I recollect the tutors all As freshly now, if I may say so, As any chapter I recall In Homer or Ovidius Naso.
I recollect, extremely well, ”Old Hugh,” the mildest of fanatics; I well remember Matthew Bell, But very faintly, Mathematics.
I recollect the prizes paid For lessons fathomed to the bottom; (Alas that pencil-marks should fade!) I recollect the chaps who got 'em,-- The light equestrians who soared O'er every pa.s.sage reckoned stony; And took the chalks,--but never scored A single honor to the pony!
Ah me! what changes Time has wrought, And how predictions have miscarried!
A few have reached the goal they sought, And some are dead, and some are married!
And some in city journals war; And some as politicians bicker; And some are pleading at the bar-- For jury-verdicts, or for liquor!
And some on Trade and Commerce wait; And some in schools with dunces battle; And some the Gospel propagate; And some the choicest breeds of cattle; And some are living at their ease; And some were wrecked in ”the revulsion;”
Some served the State for handsome fees, And one, I hear, upon compulsion!
LAMONT, who, in his college days, Thought e'en a cross a moral scandal, Has left his Puritanic ways, And wors.h.i.+ps now with bell and candle; And MANN, who mourned the negro's fate, And held the slave as most unlucky, Now holds him, at the market rate, On a plantation in Kentucky!
TOM KNOX--who swore in such a tone It fairly might be doubted whether It really was himself alone, Or _Knox_ and Erebus together-- Has grown a very altered man, And, changing oaths for mild entreaty, Now recommends the Christian plan To savages in Otaheite!
Alas for young ambition's vow!
How envious Fate may overthrow it!-- Poor HARVEY is in Congress now, Who struggled long to be a poet; SMITH carves (quite well) memorial stones, Who tried in vain to make the law go; HALL deals in hides; and ”PIOUS JONES”
Is dealing faro in Chicago!
And, sadder still, the brilliant HAYS, Once honest, manly, and ambitious, Has taken latterly to ways Extremely profligate and vicious; By slow degrees--I can't tell how-- He's reached at last the very groundsel, And in New York he figures now, A member of the Common Council!
”HULLO!”