Old Memories: Amusing and Historical

by Mrs. Daniel MacPherson

To my darling husband on the anniversary of
his death—September the 14th, 1889.

A year has come and gone since, by God's Holy will

You left me, husband darling, and I still

Sorrow as in the earlier days, and grieve

As only those do who also are bereaved

Of one so fondly loved, whose life for years so

closely 'twined together

It seemed that death itself could never sever

The bonds, so firmly bound, in sickness or in health

Times of disaster, poverty or wealth,

The love which warmer grew with length of year.

It seems not possible you're gone, I here;

Be still my heart, 'tis only for a time.

God's will be done, and humbly mine

Must bow to His who doeth all things well.

Perchance you hear me, darling; who can tell

What line divides us? Thought may meet thought

On the high shore you stand,

And waft a loving greeting to the spirit land.

So I'll not grieve you with my helpless sorrow.

But happily look toward that glad to-morrow

Will surely reunite us on that Heavenly shore.

The time will come, we'll meet and part no more.

NOVEMBER.

When you speak of drear November,

Of its days of rain and gloom,

You should also ere remember

It's the advent very soon

Of the bright month of December,

With its Christmas joys and cheer.

That its family rejoicings,

And its greetings of New Year,

Eclipse all previous darkness,

As the dark before the dawn;

Ignoring all the dangers,

That yet before us yawn.

For happily so the future

Is hidden from our gaze,

We only blindly, step by step,

Tread the ever-tangled maze

That encircles all our future,

And no one can design

The pathway to be trodden

By either yours or mine.

So implicitly we'll leave

Our Heavenly Guide to say

The road that we will travel

And journey day by day,

Assured He will truly guide us,

If we will only follow,

And land us safely on the shore,

When some assured to-morrow

Will join the past, and safe return

All those for whom we sorrow.

TO THE OYSTER.

How I love you! toothsome oyster.

Because at hunger's call

You are at all times ready

To fill our empty maw.

But still more do I love you

For the odor that you waft

Of seaside and sea-air you bring

With memories of the past.

The past whene'er your advent,

In autumn's wintry weather,

Was grandly hailed on every side,

And brought all friends together.

When seated at a well-spread board,

Full quite a score and more

Of neighbors met to eat the food

All must pronounce so very good.

So whether hot, or whether cold,

In stew, or soup, or pie,

We sing your praise, for very few

Your excellence can deny.

LIST OF NEW SUBSCRIBERS.

QUEBEC.

Lady Stuart.
Comte de Turenne.
H. H. Sewell.
Mrs. W. Rae.
A. F. Hunt.
James Fatton.
J. Hamilton.
J. V. Welch.
H. G. Beemer.
E. J. Price.
Hon. Mr. Price.
P. P. Hall.
W. A. Russell, 2 copies.
C. S. Parke, M.D.
H. M. Michaels, Bk. B. N. A.
Arch. Campbell.
J. H. Burroughs.
Louis G. Fiset.
Hon. Judge F. Andrews.
E. N. Chinic.
George Vanfelsen.
Henry Russell, M.D.
Robert Mitchell.
E. A. Panet, N. P., St. Raymond.
Mrs. Astell Drayner.

MONTREAL.