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To-morrow At Ten

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Parent Issue
Day
26
Month
August
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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From Harper's Magazine for September. How the band plays to-night all those lovcly Strauss ir Thftt 1 danced hcie last year, nr sat on the stkirs, With Mulreadyand Blakeslee, and that English ca det Of her Majesty's service- little Beresford Brett! Tuin ti-tum -there'-s thtt perfect "Blue Da nube." Oh dcar f Ho i wfsfe uiat Mulready or lilakeiicy were derf What's lo-rfay or to-night to the niKhts that are fled ? Whiit's the rose that I nold to the rose that Ís dead? But s peuk ing oi roses reminds me of those Thit I wore at the Frenen frinto hall, at the close Of tlic aeason. Twas ia early September, Just a little bit coolish and chili. 1 remember, But a heavenly fair night; nd the band. how it played t - And how to ts music we waltzed there ! and stayed Deep inlo the nndnight, or morning, before Wè thought of departure. Then that rowing to sliorc In the chili and the dark, I shall never forget. At oiy left hand sal Blakesley, and at my njfht Brett, Whiapering foolish soft nothings- Brett, not lïlakesIcy, I mean, For Blakesley was dumb. But uoder the screen Of the darkness I saw hun quite cl ar Kiss the rose that I worf above my Ie ft ear. Ah! as solt on my cheek 1 feit the light touch Of his breuth as he bent therev my heart beat with such A wild impulse for a moment, that, giddy and faint, 1 turned to the breeze, with a simden complaint Of the air I found close: and the air was fike wine - A strong western wiud f rom a sky, cjear and fine. ït was just at that moment oitr bout cune to land. And 1 tuinbled and feil as I stepped on the Band, And 'twas Brett's arms that caught me, and 1 nevtr knew quile What I said ia that instant, for I thought, in the night, It was Blakeslee who held me; HmI Hlakeslcy, it secins. Was somewhere behind, and - But what foolisli oíd dreams Of Üitil tica'! and tune time ! for whiU do I care For tle things of lust year, its.mistakes or despair, When here's to-day and to-night wtth such troubled skies, L- fcM my feet tlie season's t;reat prize tor my takingor leavmg, and lo-uiurrtfu m ten Vm to give htm my auswer- tlns prize amongst men. Of course I hve made up my mind to accept, And to-night I must burn up'that rose l luwe kept Krom last year, and the notes singii T. ti., and ccase to recall That foolish old time of the French frigate ball. Tom Ulakesley, indeed I as if I sliould care But to scorn such a stupid- Hurk! theres a step ou the fcUir- - And I told John, to-night to say 'not at home," To any and all of my Trien ds that inigiit come. And hes hunting me out with somc Ctfd he has brought, The donkey! Now John- Whal ! Mr. Blakesley I I thought Oh, Toni !' Tom 1 Itt me go. How can you - how da re - What, you thought that I chose little Beresford there That night in the boat, and that you- Let me go, r. Vou're the stupidest man - A whole year don't you know, sir, Thtt toinorrow- What is tbat?- in Egypt and Rome All this year--and meeting last montli little Brett, you canie homu In the very next steamer- and 'twas love, love, you say, And despair, that sent you, and kept you away ? H-m I - well, ït may be; but, you see, other men Have not been so stupid; and 1 -well, to-morrow at ten lm to gve- What is that?- you've been Hl all this year? - Come home but to díe? Oh, Tom, Tom, my darling, my dear, Not to die, but to live; and I- yes, to-morrow III give My refusal at ten; and you - ah, you'll stay, Tom, and live!

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Ann Arbor Courier
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