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THE SONG OF THE SWING.

Our swing hangs 'neath a willow-tree, 
and we two merry maidens be.

CELIA.
Swing high, swing low!
O, while we go,
Mine be the soul that first shall sing,
And thine the spirit answering.

ANTHEA.
Swing low, swing high!
We mount, we fly!
The first sweet singer shalt thou be,
And I with song will answer thee.

CELIA.
My soul is as the winds that sweep
From shore to shore across the deep;—

ANTHEA.
And mine seems as a bird to flit
From tree to tree inviting it.

CELIA.
O, mine is as the strain that soars
As high, as high
As words can fly,
Then downward all its rapture pours.

ANTHEA.
And mine seems as a voice to roam;
From steep to steep
It loves to leap,
Till Echo backward brings it home.

CELIA.
With ebb and flow the ceaseless tide
Creeps in and out and far and wide;-

ANTHEA.
With ebb and flow 'tis ours to ride
Upon a light love's fickle tide.

CELIA.
Swing low, swing high!
Yet say not so;
For Silvio surely loves me well,
And what sad tale hast thou to tell?

ANTHEA.
Swing low, swing high!
Nor weep, nor sigh;
He loves not well who loves not long,
Shall be the burden of my song.

CELIA.
My soul is as some sheltered bay,
Where Silvio's bark shall every stay;—

ANTHEA.
And mine seems as a wind to sweep
This pirate Silvio from the deep.

CELIA.
He loves me—

ANTHEA.
True! He loves me too;
He loves, he loves, as false men do.

CELIA.
But then, last night he softly said—

ANTHEA.
That he and I should some day wed!

CELIA.
Then twixt the red rose and the white,
His love shall find no rest to-night.

ANTHEA.
Betwixt the white rose and the red,
Though he may roam he shall not wed.

CELIA AND ANTHEA.
Ah, no, no, no!
For high or low,
He loves not well who loves not long,
Shall be the burden of our song.

-London Society. 


J. WILKES BOOTH'S CAPTOR.

Tells the story of His Pursuit and Death After Lincoln's Assassination.

From the Springfield Republican.
Captain Edward P. Doherty, who commanded the detachment of the New York cavalry which pursued and captured John Wilkes Booth, Lincoln's assassin, is now a city contractor at New Orleans.  He says that the stories about