Always together-each the other's world. "THE LOOKING-GLASSES." I. THREE death-still pools in a lonely vale- II. And up on the hill, not far away, III. The sun shines warm on the gravestones white Whose soul may be lost forever! RECONCILED. IN no more fitting place could we have met, Each other's eyes, voice, lips-who did so blight And bruise each other's hearts with all Pride's might. . Just the dead body of our friend-warm yet LAST year I knew naught of thee save thy name, JOHN HAY. JOHN HAY was born at Salem, Indiana, Octo Her 8th, 1933. The family originally came from Scotland. John Hay's boyhood was spent in the West, hence we have many of his dialect poems. He graduated at Brown University in 1858. Studied law at Springfield, Illinois, and was admitted to the bar in 1861. It was during the period of his law studies that he won the friendship of Mr. Lincoln, who as President, made Mr. Hay his assistant secretary. He remained with the President as secretary and trusted friend, almost constantly until his death. He acted also as his adjutant and aide-de-camp, and served actively for several months with the rank of major and assistant adjutant-general. He was also brevetted lieutenant-colonel and colonel. After the war he was secretary of legation at Paris and Madrid, and chargè de affaires at Vienna, remaining in Europe from 1865 to 1870. After his return to the United States he became connected with the New York Tribune as an editorial writer, and remaind in that position for six years. He removed to Cleveland, Ohio, in 1876. From 1879 to 1881 he was Assistant Secretary of State. He now resides in Washington in an elegant residence, and is a wealthy man. Mr. Hay published a volume of poems in 1871, entitled "Pike County Ballads." In the same year he published "Castilian Days," a collection of sketches of Spanish life. The most important work of his life is the "History of the Administration of Abraham Lincoln" published in conjunction with John C. Nicolay in the Century Magazine. Col. Hay is believed to be the author of the anonymous novel, "The Bread-Winners" (New York, 1883.) LITTLE BREECHES. I DON'T go much on religion, I never ain't had no show; C. W. M. But I've got a middlin' tight grip, sir, I don't pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort of thing,- I come into town with some turnips, Could beat him for pretty and strong, Peart and chipper and sassy, Always ready to swear and fight,And I'd larnt him to chaw terbacker Jest to keep his milk-teeth white. |