Part 2 — CHARADE.
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An Emperor kneels in sore dismay, For his enemy cometh apace. In this hour of need to whom shall he pray? From which of his gods seek grace? To his father's God, the One, the Alone, He cried, and the answer burst On his wondering eyes: a marvel shone, Pledge of hope and help from the God unknown, And that answering sign was my first. Some voyagers weary of wooden walls Are treading the land once more. The father around him his children calls, Their God, who had saved, to adore. Seven angels all hasten God's answer to bring, Of His promise the seal and the sign; Arrayed is each one as the child of a King; Together they rival the flowers of spring, And together my second they shine. King Henry hath crossed over into France With his lords and his nobles gay. He would teach the Frenchman quite a new dance, And bid him the piper to pay. Such his design; but the end who can tell? Who the fortunes of battle control? One thing I aver, and none will demur: If King Henry succeeds, 'twill be by the deeds Of his soldiers, who carry my whole.
An Ancient Castle.—The Czarowitz recently visited, with King Oscar II., the famous old castle of Gripshon, in Sweden. The old keeper showed the Czarowitz a heap of straw, and told him that his father, the present Czar, had used it as his bed in the year 1838. Alexander in that year accompanied his father, Czar Nicholas, to Sweden, and it was during their visit to the castle that that severe parent insisted upon making his son sleep on straw. It is popularly believed in Russia that the stern Nicholas never allowed his son and heir to sleep upon any more comfortable bed.
Anticipation. Consternation. Castigation. LITTLE TOMMY'S FIRST (AND LAST) EXPERIMENT WITH HIS TOY SPIDER.
