With hopeless accents of despair.


As Uncle Jim stirred up the fire

With observation taciturn,

All watched the crackling hemlock burn

Till some one called for Dad McGuire.

IV. A SEQUEL OF THE LOST CAUSE

Now, Dad McGuire was old, and bent of form,

Tanned by exposure to the sun and storm;

Of grizzled beard and seam-indented brow,