Each of the Four Numbers of "100 Choice Selections" contained in this volume is paged separately, and the Index is made to correspond therewith. See EXPLANATION on first page of Contents. The entire book contains nearly 1000 pages. 100 CHOICE SELECTIONS No. 35. WASHINGTON.-HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH. Arise-'tis the day of our Washington's glory, But with evergreens vernal And the banners of stars that the continent span, He gave us a nation to make it immortal, He laid down for Freedom the sword that he drew, But with evergreens vernal And the flags that the nations of liberty span, Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man. Lead, Face of the Future, serene in thy beauty, Till o'er the dead heroes the Peace-star shall gleam, But with evergreens vernal And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span, Youth's Companion. DEAD MAN'S GULCH.-GEORGE M. VICKERS.* It happened 'way back in the fifties The camp was of rambling shanties, And a tall tree shaded the tavern And the crowd from the noon-day heat; And the prisoner sat in a wagon In front of the bar-room door. She was one of those wretched creatures Whose crimes are all seen on the surface, Tom Scott was the judge and spokesman, A man had been found in a thicket With a bullet-hole through his head; This woman was silently stealing Away from the dreadful spot. No doubt she'd have robbed the body, *Author of " Buzzard's Point," "The Cobbler of Lynn," "Tribulations of Biddy Malone," "The Pilot's Bride," "Little Fritz," and other favorite readings in previous Numbers. Also the beautiful Temperance Melodrama, "Two Lives," in No. 8, and the very amusing Farce, "The Public Worrier," in No. 27. When the witnesses asked why she did it, She uttered a piercing shriek, But in spite of their threats and questions An old man, pale and grizzled, And glanced at each threatening face. Dreams only of joys to come. "Her heart has been won by a stranger, They fear that their child will rue. "One morning they found a letter, And the grief of them both was wild; But the father kneeled down by the Bible, And swore that he'd find his child. ""Twas the old, oft-told sad story Of a woman's unbounded love, A tale of a cruel deception, Of a fiend that no tears could move. At last she was left to wander Thousands of miles away |