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Review.*
One more quotation from the " Hymns ancl Songs for Special Occasions , " Avhich is too good to be passed OA'er , although it , too , is anonymous : — THE NEW YEAR . "AVe are standing on the threshold , we are in the opened door , We are treacling on the border-land we have never trod before ; Another is openingand another is
year , year gone . W e have passed the darkness of the night , Ave are in the early morn ; We have left the fields behind us o'er which we scattered seed ; We pass into the future which none of us can read . The corn among the weeds , the stones , the surface-mould , May yield a partial harvest ; we hope for sixty-fold . And sincerely do Ave hope that the editor of this little bookAA'hich is simply a
, labour of love , will get it . Heartily do we commend it , even apart from its distinctive character , as a treasury of household song ; and , Avhen the editor shall have issued , as he intends , an edition Avith music and Avords coupled together , Ave do not for a moment doubt that he will reap a substantial reAvard for his labours . W . T .
The White Rose Of The Cherokees.
THE WHITE ROSE OF THE CHEROKEES .
From the " American Freemasons' Magazine . " " O'er the dark waters , without sail or oar She drifted on , at mercy of the waves . —Anon . A VENERABLE old man sat in a country inn , before a ruddy fire . Without , the rain " - Avas pouring doiATi in torrents : Avithina group of idlerstravellerspreventedlike
, , , , the old man , by the inclemency of the day , from pursuing their several routes , AA'ere snugly ensconced in corners , endeavouring to Avhile away , as best they could , the lagging hours . A party , seated around a table in the centre of the room , were engaged in a quiet game of Avhist . A peddler , who kept one eye on a pack of Irish linens , lying on the floor beside himstudied Avith the other a last year ' s almanack . A little short man ,
, with a stump of a pipe between his lips , sat Avith his head thrown back ancl his feet resting on the jam of the fire-place ; at the same time contemplating Avith great apparent satisfaction the little cloud of smoke that curled slowly up from under his nose . The landlord , as fat and rosy a snecimen of humanity as can well he
manufactured out of good -wine and fat beef , went hither ancl thither , bustling about among the guests and seiwants AA'ith the air of one Avho evidently felt that a rainy clay had brought with it a Avorld of business . The old man before the fire gazed among the coals as if he Avas endeavouring to construct out of them a piece of fiery mosaic : he was A'ery silent—evidently a stranger to all about him . He Avas cleanly clad in clotii AA'hich must have been the product of a
domestic loom ; his face AA'as a good deal wrinkled , and the hair , Avhich hung over his old-fashioned coat-collar , Avas white as cotton . The little dark man Avho was smoking , now and then squinted up his eyes and looked at him through the smoke , as thoug h he Avas trying hard to make out who and what he Avas . At length he made bold to address him . " You are from the West , stranger , I take if ; ? " he queried . The old man nodded . " From Missouri , or , it might be , from Arkansas ? " continued the little man . " I live a hundred miles above Council Bluff , " answered the old man quietly .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Review.*
One more quotation from the " Hymns ancl Songs for Special Occasions , " Avhich is too good to be passed OA'er , although it , too , is anonymous : — THE NEW YEAR . "AVe are standing on the threshold , we are in the opened door , We are treacling on the border-land we have never trod before ; Another is openingand another is
year , year gone . W e have passed the darkness of the night , Ave are in the early morn ; We have left the fields behind us o'er which we scattered seed ; We pass into the future which none of us can read . The corn among the weeds , the stones , the surface-mould , May yield a partial harvest ; we hope for sixty-fold . And sincerely do Ave hope that the editor of this little bookAA'hich is simply a
, labour of love , will get it . Heartily do we commend it , even apart from its distinctive character , as a treasury of household song ; and , Avhen the editor shall have issued , as he intends , an edition Avith music and Avords coupled together , Ave do not for a moment doubt that he will reap a substantial reAvard for his labours . W . T .
The White Rose Of The Cherokees.
THE WHITE ROSE OF THE CHEROKEES .
From the " American Freemasons' Magazine . " " O'er the dark waters , without sail or oar She drifted on , at mercy of the waves . —Anon . A VENERABLE old man sat in a country inn , before a ruddy fire . Without , the rain " - Avas pouring doiATi in torrents : Avithina group of idlerstravellerspreventedlike
, , , , the old man , by the inclemency of the day , from pursuing their several routes , AA'ere snugly ensconced in corners , endeavouring to Avhile away , as best they could , the lagging hours . A party , seated around a table in the centre of the room , were engaged in a quiet game of Avhist . A peddler , who kept one eye on a pack of Irish linens , lying on the floor beside himstudied Avith the other a last year ' s almanack . A little short man ,
, with a stump of a pipe between his lips , sat Avith his head thrown back ancl his feet resting on the jam of the fire-place ; at the same time contemplating Avith great apparent satisfaction the little cloud of smoke that curled slowly up from under his nose . The landlord , as fat and rosy a snecimen of humanity as can well he
manufactured out of good -wine and fat beef , went hither ancl thither , bustling about among the guests and seiwants AA'ith the air of one Avho evidently felt that a rainy clay had brought with it a Avorld of business . The old man before the fire gazed among the coals as if he Avas endeavouring to construct out of them a piece of fiery mosaic : he was A'ery silent—evidently a stranger to all about him . He Avas cleanly clad in clotii AA'hich must have been the product of a
domestic loom ; his face AA'as a good deal wrinkled , and the hair , Avhich hung over his old-fashioned coat-collar , Avas white as cotton . The little dark man Avho was smoking , now and then squinted up his eyes and looked at him through the smoke , as thoug h he Avas trying hard to make out who and what he Avas . At length he made bold to address him . " You are from the West , stranger , I take if ; ? " he queried . The old man nodded . " From Missouri , or , it might be , from Arkansas ? " continued the little man . " I live a hundred miles above Council Bluff , " answered the old man quietly .