SELECTIONS FROM THE POETS.

At last I won success. Ah then our lives were wider
parted :
i was far up the rising road ; she, poor girl! where we
started.
I had tried my speed and mettle, and gained strength in
every race ;
I was far up the heights of life -she drudging at the
base.
She made me take each fall the stump; she said 't was
my career ;
The wild applause of list'ning crowds was music to my
ear.
What stimulus had she to cheer her dreary solitude?
For me she lived on gladly, in unnatural widowhood.
She could n't read my speech, but when the papers all
agreed
'T was the best one of the session, those comments she
could read ;
And with a gush of pride thereat, which I had never
felt,
She sent them to me in a note, with half the words mis-
spelt.
I to the Legislature went, and said that she should go
To see the world with me, and, what the world was doing,
know.
With tearful smile she answered, "No! four dollars is
the pay ;
The Bates House rates for board for one is just that sum
per day."
At .twenty-eight the State-house ; on the bench at thirty-
three ;
At forty every gate in life wa opened wide to me.
I nursed my powers, and grew, and made my paint in life;
but she -
Bearing such pack-horse weary loads, what could a wo-

I blush to think what

No matter what the world may think; I know, down in
my heart,
That, if either, I 'm delinquent ; she has bravely done her
part.I

How the news
if a mother beref
And their case
the Deacock rest