Soldier, Maiden And Flower

"Sweetheart take this," a soldier said, 'And bid me brave good-by ; It may befall tüat we shall ue'er wed But love eau never die. Be steadfast in thy troth to me, A ad then, what'er my lot, 'Mysoul to God, my heart to thee '- Sweetbeart, forget me not!" The malden took the tiny floiver And Dursed it with her tears : Lo I he who left her in that hour Came uot iu after years. Unto a hero's death he rode 'Mid shower of flre and shot: But in the maiden's beart abode The fiower forget-tnc nol. And when he came not with the rest From ont the years of blood, Closely unto her widowed breast She pressed a faded bud ; Oh, there is love and there is pain, And there ispeace, God wot,- And these dear threedo live again In Bweet forgetme-not. 'Tis to an uumarked grave to-day That 1 should love to go.- Whether he wore the blue or gray, What ueed that we should kuoiv. "Heloved a womau," let us say, And on that sacrad spot, To woman's love that livesfor Bye, We'll strew forget-me-not. - By Eugene Field. Do you know any people who will not cast thir ibrea4 upon the watei's uoless they are assured before hand that it will como back again a few days a full grown sandwich, all trimmed wifh ham, butter and ïnustard, rolled up in a warrantee deed for one half oí the earth and a mortgage on thO other ? No ? Well, they say there are such.