Aftermath / Part second of A Kentucky Cardinal""

by since Georgi

ory; that was sere yesterday, is green to-day, will be sere again to-morrow, then green once more; that pauses not for wounds and wrecks, nor lingers o

e and sought to draw me back into their old friendship. I found myself stroking the trunks of the trees as I would throw my arm

s, I came upon an elm that had been struck by a bolt at the top. Nearly

same note, low, quiet, regular, devoid of feeling, as though the bird had be

with which a bird now and then lingers around

escape, the female. The male, sitting meantime on the end of a bough near by, watched me incuriously, and with no change in that quiet

while, thinking of the uni

ay was buried amid the long sad blare of music, the tolling of bells, the roll of drums, the boom of cannon, and the grief of thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people-a vast and solemn pageant, yet as nothing to the multitude that will att

of the divine, the law of loss, whose reign on earth is unending, bu

eorgiana. She was a true hero-worshipper, and she worshipped him. I no less. Now that he is dead, I feel as

onted by the wreck of the storm, my thoughts being yet full of Mr. Clay, of his enemies an

he river. But far away in the north a white shape is floating nearer. At last it comes into sight, flying heavily, for it is already weary, being already wounded. The next moment the cry of its coming is heard echoing onward and downward upon the silent woods. Instantly the mighty watcher on the summit is alert and tense; and as the g

h to the gre

ful white being that one day rose out of these earthly marshes where hunts the dark Fowler, and uttering y