AN ORDER FOR A PICTURE.-ALICE CARY. O good painter, tell me true, Has your hand the cunning to draw Woods and cornfields, a little brown,- (Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound!) Low and little, and black and old, Perhaps you may have seen, some day, Out of a wilding, wayside bush. Listen closer. When you have done With woods and cornfields and grazing herds, A lady, the loveliest ever the sun Looked down upon, you must paint for me; The clear blue eyes, the tender smile, That all the rest may be thrown away. Two little urchins at her knee You must paint, sir; one like me, The other with a clearer brow, And the light of his adventurous eyes God knoweth if he be living now; He sailed in the good ship "Commodore,"- To bring us news, and she never came back. With my great-hearted brother on her deck: The time we stood at our mother's knee: Out in the fields one summer night Of the corn-leaves' rustling, and of the shade Of the high hills, stretching so still and far,Loitering till after the low little light Of the candle shone through the open door, And over the haystack's pointed top, All of a tremble, and ready to drop, The first half-hour, the great yellow star, Had often and often watched to see Propped and held in its place in the skies By the fork of a tall red mulberry tree, Which close in the edge of our flax-field grew, Dead at the top,-just one branch full Of leaves, notched round, and lined with wool, Over our heads, when we came to play The berries we gave her she wouldn't eat, At last we stood at our mother's knee. I think 'twas solely mine, indeed: The eyes of our mother-(take good heed)— Nor the fluttering bird, held so fast by the legs, You, sir, know Things that are fairest, things most sweet,- The mother, the lads, with their bird, at her knee: High as the heavens your name I'll shout, MR. PERKINS BUYS A DOG.-JAMES M. BAILEY. It is a little singular, as fond as I am of dogs, that I never enjoyed an undisputed title to one until the other day. I have frequently, to be sure, had a dog in my possession when I was a boy, but the possession was acquired by persuasiveness, and was but temporary, as my parent on my father's side entertained morbid prejudice against dogs, and never missed an opportunity to show his aversion. The dog I refer to as being strictly my own, was one I bought of a man named Robbins, who lives some distance down town. I gave him two dollars for the dog, on his own representations. He said it was a good animal, but had a little more of life and energy than were proper in a dog where there were hens on the premises. I don't keep hens, so this was no objection in my case. In the evening, I went down to his place after my purchase. It was a tall dog, with a long body, long legs, a long neck, and a very short tail. The color was a dirty yellow. His body was lank as well as long, which gave the impression that he had missed meals when he did not design to. I was a little disappointed in his general appearance, but there was a good frame, and time, with plenty of wholesome food, would undoubtedly complete a gratifying metamorphosis. Robbins gave me a good supply of rope, with which I made my animal fast, and started for home. We jogged along very nicely together. Occasionally I paused to pat him affectionately, adding some remark of a confidential nature. In this way we progressed until we reached the business part of the town. I don't know how to account for it, but he suddenly stopped, in a dogged manner, and commenced to rear back and cut up variously. Perhaps the glare of the lights confused his mind,—perhaps he may have got the impression I was a butcher, or something of that sort. Whatever it may have been, he was certainly acting in a strange manner. He pulled back with wonderful vigor, bracing his feet, and vibrating his head swiftly. The skin lopped over his eyes, while the joints in my body seemed to turn completely around in their sockets. He pulled back like this, until I thought his entire hide would slip over his head, then he abruptly came forward, and I struck the pavement on my back with a velocity that threatened to destroy my further usefulness in this world. He did this three or four times within the distance of a block, and finally I suggested if he did it again I should feel tempted to kick in some of his ribs as an experiment. At this time three boys gave an unexpected variety to the performance by getting in the animal's rear, and enlivening him with a pointed stick. He very soon got the impression that the boys were not actuated by friendly designs, and he came up nearer to meand, eventually, went past. It may be well to remark just here that, when he went past, he carried a portion of my pantaloon leg with him,a circumstance many would not mention, perhaps, but it struck me as being a very singular proceeding, especially as my leg was next to, and in close proximity with the cloth. He went ahead so fast that it was nearly impossible to restrain him, and went the entire length of the rope, before I succeeded in checking him. As there were quite a number of people on the street at the time, it naturally increased my interest in his movements. |