CARMBN AMOEBAEUM.
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LITERARY.
CARMEN AM(OEB/EUM.
Whilst I was pleasing in thy sight,
Nor other youth had better right
His arms about thy neck to fling,
I was more blest than Persia's king.
Whilst thou no one desired more,
Nor placed fair Chloe me before,
Then I was more renowned by far
Than Illa, spouse to god of war.
Fair Chloe's songs now me inspire,
Accompanied with the tuneful lyre,
For whom, if Fate would let her live,
I cheerfully my life would give.
Me Calais loves with changeless heart,
From whom I fain would never part,
For whom I twice would suffer death
If Fate would only spare his breath.
What if our former love survive,
And hopes, long crushed, should now revive?
If I the fair-haired Chlee spurn,
Wilt thou to me vouchsafe return?
LYDIA.
Although he's true and dear to me,
Thou fickler far than stormy sea ;
Yet with thee gladly would I live,
And for thy life my own would give.
ACROSS THE BLUES.
The delay at Pendleton spun into a week, and each day it would mist, Oregon fashion, from early morn to evening. But at last the fateful day had come. At that sweetest hour for a nap, 4 a.m., I was called to hurry down if I wanted to take the La Grande section of the Blue Mountain stage. Imagine my surprise to find in waiting an ominous looking wagon, with eight cayuse horses attached. Two sickly
lamps revealed the driver perched on his seat, a pile of mail bags in one end and express goods in the other, and a still more ominous looking board lashed across 'midships. In dead silence I climbed in and fixed myself on that eight inch board as best I could, fully satisfied that the easy lullaby motion of the week before was now gone, perhaps forever.
The sides of the craft were so high that