6 APRIL 1895, page 16

To The Freedman.

FRIEND of the dusky visage, whereupon, When all things else have yielded to the light, Abides the cleaving shadow of a night The darker for the noonday's fiercer sun : Among......

A Child-story.

[To TEX EDITOR OF TRI" BPXCTATOB."] Sin.,—Yon have sometimes noticed in your columns interest- ing stories of children ; perhaps the following would amuse your readers. My......

Poetry.

HODGE IN THE SADDLE. I DON'T know of a lot o' things, thare's sum as thinks me slow : Poke torks so fast o' fifty things; I torks o' wot I know : Of Squoire, an' rabbuts,—drat......