THaru tT.(oniior Class /^SSTdS" Rnnic '/t> i-9S^ Copyright N°___/i'^^ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT Ashes of Roses^ Soul -Voices by Mary J. Connor ILLUSTRATED BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 835 Broadway, New York. Two Oouiss Rfj^yivwl APR 4 1907 Copyriffht Entry cuss C^ XXc, N9, TS 3 ^ ^^ Copyright, 1906 BY Mary J. Connor DEDICATED. Here's to the wittiest; Here's to the prettiest; Here's to those I love best of all. Here's to the thankless ones; Here's to the grateful ones Into whose hands this book may fall. Mary J. Connor. ^^0^^^ INTRODUCTION. Life IS love. Whate'er else there may be, if this has come and welled through life and filled all the passing" chambers of the years as men and women dwell down the decades and passed from youth to strength and strength to lessening years to every man and woman the one arching fact which shelters earth's stay and crowns it, lies in the experience common to all, shared by all, and known to all. All else passes. The fashion of this world changes. But these things remain. They quicken sympathy through mill- ions and touch the tides of a common nature because these alone are real, lasting and eter- nal. Barren is the life and hopeless the fate that shuts them out and knows them not. Empty are the years which have won success, measure it as men may, and have not this. — The Press. 'Sweet Auburn, loveliest plain." village of the CONTENTS. . _ PAGE Night-BIoommg Cereus .' i Frenzied Finance 2 Our Ladies of Sorrow 4 Mater Lachrymarum 5 Mater Suspiriorum 6 Mater Tenebrarum 7 Transcription 8 Dissertation on Oscar Wilde's "De Frofundis".. . 9 A Fantasy n Sonnet 12 Ashes of Roses 13 May Day 14 Thoughts on Death 15 Immortality 16 Pensees 17 Epigrams 21-35 The night-blooming Cereus. NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS (Cactus) 'Tis the rarest and the fairest Flowers which holds the sweetest Breath of fragrance in. Nature's bowers Infolds nooks where the choicest Flowers reveal the greatness of her powers. Thus it is the tenderest Shoots, shrink from the noon-day sun, and at best, Seek the after-glow. n. 'Tls the mildest and the tenderest Hearts which unfold the purest Souls Avithin. And like the flowers rare By their hidden lives attest Their sweetness. At once, shrink from the noon-day glare, And seek earth's valleys low, lest. Perchance, they lose the fragrance ever blest. Thus it is hearts grow. SOUL-VOICES FRENZIED FINANCE I. If you want to know something funny, How They "do" people out of their money, Just read Lawson — Mister Lawson. He is out of the game, But in it just the same, And you must be quite tame, For it's Everybody's aim. To read Lawson — Mister Lawson. II. "No red lights at the cross-roads of fate;" If you miss the mark, you are too late. Just read Lawson — Mister Lawson. For in this game of chance, If you join in the dance, You must soon feel the lance, So it's everybody's chance, To read Lawson — Mister Lawson. III. If you have a friend that's tried and true. Just give him a warm handshake or two, And read Lawson — Mister Lawson. But don't give vip the ship, "For there's many a slip 'Twixt the cup and the lip," And everybody's got a grip. On Lawson — Mister Lawson. The Point, Auburn, N. H. SOUL-VOICES lY. If you would know the latest fizzle, Just why the gun refused to sizzle, Read Lawson — Mister Lawson. From the land of Romona, "Consolidated" Greene of Arizona, Would meet the great Pamona, But it was all a Jonah, And everybody gave a moan — ah ! Just read Lawson, Mister Lawson, SOUL-VOICES OUR LADIES OF SORROW (DeQuincy.) Mighty phantoms ! that through the human heart Give utterance! silence reigns supreme In thy dominion! serpent-like is thy dart I SOUL-VOICES MATER LACHRYMARUM (Our Lady of Tears.) She it is that night and day raves and moans, Calling for vanished faces, and lost hopes; Like the thief, that in the night slyly roams And robs us of our priceless treasure — peace; The Niobe of Nations, that bemoans A lost cause; Rachel bewailing the death Of her children; Misery enthroned In Bethlehem, when quickened greed and wrath. In the garb of righteousness, slays, and groans Under a curse — the murder of Innocence. \Vith the pass keys at her girdle, she roams At will, in hovel, and palace, and mart; Sweet and subtle, she creeps in and mourns; The first-born and queen, wc style her **Madonna." SOUL-VOICES MATER SUSPIRIORUM. (Our Lady of Sighs.) Hers is the grief of the hopeless; humble To abjectness. The crystal fountain flows Back into the heart, and emits therefrom A sepulchre of perishing dream-foes. She is a visitor of the bondsman In Siberian prisons ; of the slave "That at noon-day looks to the tropical sun ;*' Of every captive in every dungeon ; Her kingdom of every clime and nation; The rejected, the outcast, the betrayed. Many in the highest rank and station Are her subjects; and bear upon their fore- heads The indelible mark of submission. "She carries a key; but needs it little." SOUL-VOICES MATER TENEBRARUM. (Our Lady of Darkness) Born of the two; we shudder at her power; Her orbs too deep for man's skill to fathom. Like the eagle she stealthily ensnares — lures Her prey to misery and eternal doom. Ruler of her kingdom, all power is hers ; For she can approach only those in whom *'The heart trembles, and the brain rocks under Conspiracies of tempest from without And tempest from within," torn asunder By every artifice and phantom. By upheavals and central convulsions; "For noon of day, or noon of night," and soon "For ebbing and for flowing tide." Alas! She carries no key; she has need of none. SOUL-VOICES TRANSCRIPTION Truly great! If he has performed heroic deeds Which added to the sum of human happiness; If in the struggle for right against wrong, He has taken from the sum of human misery ; Or led, in so much as a skirmish, The hosts fighting for right against might; has made one Rose to bloom in a desert, sung to a world Heart-hungry for song, of hope, or goodness, or cheer; Saved a soul ! By thought, or deed, or act, in any one thing. Aided his fellowman ; to merit for him, justly, The salutation of the humblest — "Peace on earth, good-will towards men." .-tr.J^."^^^'-'^^'''^^'^^ |/^y^^^ 3t' he Uns pci toi-mci ificroif Jlc lUhich aiticb to tlic sum of ' Jif m the struggle foriUght agamst JTrong. , Tlkhastahcnfromthcsumof T - -? d^r lei:*. Ill so much as a slurmish . Crhclhosts. fiqh ting for Uiglitaqainst ^ - -^ ' n4tghhha«nmOe( '"'*■"'" to bloom in a Desert, sung toaJDorlO ,. Yiearl-hunory forSoiig,of Jficipe.or ,--* iSflobncss.orCThccr: iBo^houoht.orUccb.orAct.in aitBoncthmj}, merit ^P^^¥t*^Y^'^ 'i;>*i-«04^':^^i^^*^:^if^ \^ u^^ifc-^^a**^/^/^'?*^^^ .^^:^-4k^"^-^«^^ /^^ '"'^' !-#^^- SOUL-VOICES DISSERTATION ON OSCAR WILDE'S *'DE PROFUNDIS." Master-Mind of the Universe, Christ's place, indeed, is with poets. What language, or art, however terse. Can compare with, even equal, The exquisiteness of His verse? There's a charm about Christ, indeed— And he is blest, who, once in life Walks with Him to Emmaus. It is meed; His Presence and love, in the strife Of our Gethsemane we need. II. Even as the buds burst their walls With a power and tendency To expansion ; so, too, dull falls The shackle from th' heart of fancy; E'en though hidden in the petals A chalice of tears. Nature's balm Soothes and nourishes, all our fears Like secret sympathy of psalm. **A11 trials are trials" anear; "After ever^ storm comes a calm." 10 SOUL-VOICES III. Weep not, O thou child of genius, Thy meteoric flame hath cleft The prison cell. And the genius Thou seekest to cast at the feet Of men, will grow and expand, thus If thou hid'st thyself in the caves Of the mountains; the ocean caverns; Be content to live, not as knaves, Visibly exist, as others yearn, Thou "Enfant de mon siecle/* !i t! fe SOUL- VOICES II A FANTASY (Russian-Japanese War) I. Oh ! the constant moan of the restless sea As it breaks upon the strand ! What tears and sighs — from a distant shore, Could Ave only understand ; What precious freight is borne upon the waves ; What sighs and moans are at hand ; While the m.essages it conveys, are lost Upon the unheeding strand ! II. Oh ! the sorrowful dirge of th' mighty sea As it yields up the human foes ! Like one grand requiem, irrespective, Of the victim within its throes; And the ceaseless cry of the boundless sea As, onward, onward, it rolls, Is borne upon th' waves — and the sad, sad tales — All know well — the sexton tolls — III. Oh ! the angry roar of the turbulent sea, As it dashes upon the shore ! And appears to shout in its wrathful glee, ''My avenging work is o'er \" Then recedes in its path, with noiseless tread For some far-distant shore, There to bear the burden of grief and pain. Forever and ever more. la SOUL-VOICES SONNET Fate promised me my wish, and I replied: "Give me the perfect gift, that I may seek Wherein friendship is to love allied ; When the harmonious cord is drawn taut Whereby judgment is disarmed, and perfect peace Is made the victim of the havoc wrought Then suspicious Fate, with sinister smile. Made answer: "It seems to me that friendship And love in parallel lines often file ; If we the perfect architecture seek ; Parallel lines forever will not meet; Thus harmony and peace the vigil keep." My lesson learned, straightway, I turned aside To_question my soul in what it had lied. SOUL-VOICES X3 ASHES OF ROSES. I. The withered blush rose fell on the floor, The loosened petals broke and spread; A maiden counted them o'er and o'er. And drooped her wearied head. She tenderly raised the wilted flower, And cast it upon the hearth; Watched each curling petal cower. And return to Mother Earth. II. Thus did the maid so soon perceive, The symbolism in the rose — Life's joys and pleasures fain deceive, E'en to the very close. With its sweet and bitter memories. Each cherished hope decays; We count them one by one, and then Discern Life's hidden ways. SOUL-VOICES MAY DAY I. You ask me why this day so bright. From whence the smiles and joy, Why all the world seems just, aright, When we go a-Maying? II. Why the sweet arbutus flower That blooms without alloy, Reigns supremely in our bower. When we go a-Maying? III. Oh ! if you could in part surmise. The wealth of peace and joy This day has brought ; perhaps, you'd prize Why we go a-Maying. May Day, SOUL-VOICES 15 THOUGHTS ON DEATH Let me but live. When the soul sinks into the Ocean Of eternal oblivion, May the unfettered spirit pass Without consciousness of disunion; And the petals of the everlasting Rose, unfold to pre-eminent Affection. The anticipation Of happiness, and foretaste of love. Expand as the rays of the sun, Until resolved into celestial Love, which animates all things, and brings All to infinite perfection. In the Divine Plan, l6 SOUL-VOICES IMMORTALITY Mnemosyne! Mighty Muse, descend. And to the modern sage portend The lack of scientific truth ! That part of human experience^ The Hving test of science — Which we term spirit and motion, Could as well pass into nothingness, As the medium the consciousness In which they have their being— ^ Emanations of the Supreme Godhead ! Irrational in the extreme, The thought of annihilation — This is immortal ; and when freed Enters not the abode of death. SOUL-VOICES 17 PENSfiES The year is growing elderly, and the with- ering winds play havoc with the Springtime revelry; shattering and scattering the aspira- tions of the youthful year. But, this is only part and parcel of the Divine Economy, that builds out of ruin, and breaks only to recon- struct on a larger and greater plan. End there is none to the Universe of God ! Lo ! also there is no beginning. Infinitesimal accidents in space! What appears a ruin is but the foun- dation of some nobler plan. A promise of Immortality. Adieu! Old Year! We greet the Ncw.l iBptorame EPIGRAMS What difference does it make? When absent if you are missed? Or only mist? If your sweetheart is kissed; Or simply kist? If an actor, you are hissed; Or merely hist? If when you meet a Misses She would be mist (Mrs.). t^ K^ c^w Shades of the departed ! Could you but return To the land of the living; In what awe and holy horror, would you yearn For the peace and beginning Of the days of old. When the atmosphere Was not yet ripe with such pests As Brown-Tail Moth; and of Meningitis clear. Aristocracy still rests From the dread La Grippe and Appendicitis Scare. Oh ! for the olden days, When ignorance was bliss; none then to chide us For our loose and careless ways. Better for the change of scene; shift of land- marks Than these dread plagues should intervene, And rob the flowers of youth; the upspringing buds Of their best and brightest sheen. 3J SOUL-VOICES I. A Tramp when interrogated,— **Why he travelled incog., Belonged to the jumpers, And followed the bumpers;" Replied — *'My father was a frog. II. "Pray, w^hat were your ancestors?** A Scientist from Yonkeye, With a family crest. Replied at our behest, — "My father was a monkey.'* I III. A Knave in answer to the quest, "From whence came you, laddie; Your manner so peculiar. Subject to no rule you are?" "My father was a finnan haddie,** ^ ^ je I. He stood to give a toast, His wit and eloquence Slightly above par, But just missed the Liner In passing the bar. 6' ^ •' "^^i^ ^ ■Mm. i mm ^r; l-'i^-'N^'-'- ' -•■>-^;^^^?J.-^ 'Zephyrs wafted from a nearby lake.' SOUL-VOICES 23 II. He stood before the Bench, (With self-complacent air), Whom no man could jar; But he did not succeed In passing the bar. in. He stood before St. Peter, In meek and solemn awe— The pearly gates ajar — And here he did succeed In passing the bar. %^ ^v c^9 Amalgamated Copper! Amalgamated hearts! Amalgamated dollars! Amalgamated sharps! But for this amalgamation. The public would lose its ration. Of Amalgamated tarts. If you'd study Amalgamated, As in the Stock Market rated, Just read Lawson I Mr. Lawson! 24 SOUL-VOICES He went away with her, And left me alone to mourn. Oh! How I envy her, Who has my heart from me borne; Well could I forgive her, Although bereft and forlorn; If they had not called her — ' "Ship that will never return." ^ ^ Ji 'Where are you going, My pretty maid?" "Going a-bathing, Sir," she said. II. "May I go with you, My pretty maid?* "Yes, if you wish. Kind sir," she said. III. "Where are you going. My pretty maid?" "Out after the tide, Sir," she said. Road through the woods. SOUL-VOICES 25 I. There was a bee Sat on a wall. He did buzz-z-z, And that was all. II. **Honey," said the bee, "There's none at all; Only buzz-z-z-, Upon the wall/' III. 'Long came a wasp- Sat on the wall — Buzz-z-z — And that was all. ^ ^ Jt Why is It? The feminine of heart (hart) is always dough (doe) ? There's always so many strings to a beau (bow) ? 26 SOUL-VOICES II. The Queen of Hearts is always the saucy girl. With the winsome smile and society curl ? III. If you would remain in the social whirl, You must always be the bachelor girl? I endeavored to pen an epigram, Which assumed the style of an epigraph; But eventually an epitome. The critic pronounced it an epic. I submitted it to an epicure; He said that it was an epidemic. ^ js jt {Selected.') They talk about a woman's sphere, As though it had a limit; There's not a place in earth or heaven. There's not a task to mankind given. There's not a blessing or a woe, There's not a whisper, — yes, or no, There's not a life, or death, or birth, That has a feather-weight of worth, Without a woman's in it. SOUL-VOICES 27 Wanted — a poem Containing an heroic narration Of a great deed. For wliich the nation Will give generous commendation, And reward with due compensation — *'Why, that is awful simple." II. Wanted — a critic To undermine the underlying Thought, and momentous matter lying Concealed in this manuscript; vying With each other for mastery. "Trying — Why, that is simply awful!" ^^5 <^ f^w Taffy to Teddy — "Have you any plum?*' Teddy to Taffy — "Yes, one. Yum, yum, yum." Taffy to Hobby — "This is just a cinch." Hobby to Taffy — "I feel my shoe pinch/' 28 SOUL-VOICES To mark the remains of a friend (He was a rare and goodly cook) A shaft was raised above his ashes. While on earth his efforts he did lend To satisfy to the very end. Upon his tombstone they did hook This epitaph — "Peace to his (h) ashes." •^ c^ ta^ "Woman's rights? What right have they To encroach upon Man's domain? The proper place for them, I say, Is home. And there they should remain." From the circle of the Fem. Sem. A merry chorus of voices — "Whose home? Yours? Ahem! Whereat his lordship (Man) again Vanished into silent places, Dwindled to his original Atomical proportions. Fain Would he his error recall. Perceiving that theory ends Where fact begins. Paltry amends. je j« ^ Will you glide with me In my light canoe? Do, do, do. Quite safe inside as It was just built for Two, two, two. 'Come, glide with do, me m my do, do." light canoe, SOUL-VOICES 29 We'll paddle along — The fishes we will Woo, woo, woo. In my light canoe, Just built for me and You, you, you. ^w ^^ ^V Asked to define the novel The sage said — historical, The maiden — allegorical. The cynic — hysterical. t^ (^ <^ In dreamy mood his thoughts ran. To the strains of the hurdy-gurdy, And the little German band; Augmented by the strong and sturdy Voice of the village rag-man. He exclaimed — "Paradise Lxsst!" II. He awoke amidst a throng Of happy playful children, who sang ''Ring around a-roses," ''Ding-Dong Bell,"Pussey's in the Well." Then the twang Of an old familiar song. He exclaimed — 'Taradise Regained!" 30 SOUL-VOICES I. What ambition prompts us to win Fame, as heralds of the robin. II. Why the first to cull the flower, From gladsome Nature's bower? III. From whence the desire to bring Tidings of harbingers of Spring. IV. When anon of all this brigade, Comes the organ-grinder's serenade. ^ ^ ^ A man from the East traveled West, (It was such a pity), His experience told in jest, In shape of a ditty — ''Beware ! Of the soulless city !" Severance, Auburn, N. H. SOUL-VOICES 31 When is a woman old? Will no one answer? Think it wise 3'our tongue to hold? Speak up. Be brave, sir. When is a woman old? " 'Tis a hard conundrum To solve. I am told The dial backward turns. When a woman is old/' «^ t^ ^ He wielded a sceptre. And ruled a nation, A significative token Of coronation. She wielded the hatchet With affectation — Unquestionable identity- Just Carrie Nation. ^ ^ ^ If you as a philanthropist would pose. Your generosity you'll surely rue; A lesson you have still to learn. Who knows— You cannot loan a bill and keep it, too. 32 SOUL-VOICES II. If you would be wise, take a fool's advice; In small matters be careful what you do. Treat a friend as a foe. To be concise — You cannot lend your umbrella and keep it, too. in. You cannot eat your cake and have it still, Some godless men who hold this statement true, Apply it in another way. They feel You cannot give your word and keep it too. j» ^ ^ Think of to-day. And only to-day, Let to-morrow bring [What it may. n. To-morrow may be Another to-day, And on that morrow Live we may. SOUL-VOICES 33 III. Trust not to-morrow. For who can say — I'll see the dawn Of another day." IV. To-day — our joys; Our cares — to-day. Life — what is it? But — to-day. ^ ^ J8 It is a truth beyond our creed, One which for ages has not erred; We challenge alike all who read, Woman always wants the last word. II. A careful study discloses, The simple fact — alike as twins- And the man wdio first proposes, Is the one v/ho usually wins. 34 SOUL-VOICES The poet says, "once to every man And nation, comes the moment to decide/ Thus for man and nation — as for woman, The more of them the merrier, abide. ^^V t^V x^m Have you heard the story, Of the legend olden, Many versions stolen, From the good rule golden? In Lake Massabesic There is another fish, For some fisherman's dish; With a swim and a swish He ran away with the hook. Likewise with the sinker; And must have the anchor Swallowed, in his mad hanker. To catch all things in sight. And 'tis well to relate. With the help of his mate He devoured all the bait. ^w x^t i^w Mi techer sez that i Must lern tew rede and rite, Acording tew that rule, Lade down, bi those fellars Whu never go tew skool. Have you heard the legend olden! A gunner went forth with hound and setter." SOUL-VOICES 35 She sez, tew bee a skoller Yu can du az yu pleze ; And whin yu lern tew rite, Yu nede not mak a holler, (Nor kare a singal mite) If tha thing dont look rite. It iz tha simpal way Ov tha simpal life, Thare iz no uss teling Ov that simplisity tha Ov simplafyd speling. t5^ %^t K^^ A gunner went forth With hound and setter; He aimed at a frog, And lit on a log, For the sake of hitting Something better. He espied a crack That was a stunner; Alas ! and alack ! The shot came back, And that was the end Of the gunner. «^* 5(5* «^* Everyone to his taste. King Edward kissed the Emperor; Southern belles have kissed Hobson, And the old lady in haste Kissed the cow. Sam S. & Lee Shubert direct the following theatres and theatrical attractions in America: Lyric, Casino and Princess Theatres, New York. Garrick Theatre, Chicago. Lyric Theatre, Philadelphia. Shubert Theatre, Brooklyn. Belasco Theatre, Washing- ton. Belasco Theatre, Pittsburg. Empire Theatre, Newark. New Theatre, Utica. 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BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 835 BROADWAY, NEW YORK *B--^ BOOKS Y§¥ M¥ST EEAB SOONER OR LATER The Instf\!isn©2it Tuned By Rosa B. Hitt. Attractive Binding, 75 cents; Limited Edition in White and Gold, $£.00, (Author's photo) ' An able and interesting work on a comparatively new subject — Psycho-physical culture— of whose methods the author has made successful application. The book is full of common-sense suggestions and is admirably adapted to the needs of humanity in general. The chapter-captions will give an excellent idea of the comprehensive and practical character of the work:, Various Therapeutic Agents.^ Influence of Mind. Extravagant Emotions^ Insomnia. Relaxation. Harmony the Law of NatKl Or der f^oh^ All pf the books named in this magazine to be had "from any newsdealer, or ADIRONDACK MURRAY A BiograpHical Appreciation By Harry V. Radford Editor of "Woods and Waters W. H. H. MURRAY (b. 1840, d. 1 904)— equally celebrated as preacher, author, lecturer, sportsman and traveler — has be- come an immortal figure in American history and letters, taking rank, as a writer, with Cooper and Thoreau. Mr. Radford — himself an author and sportsman of national repute, and ac- knowledged the greatest living authority upon Adirondack sport and literature— has told the wonderful story of " Adiron- dack " Murray from the vantage-point of personal acquaintance, and with a characteristic grace and charm of style that insures for his book permanent popularity. HENRY VAN DYKE in a personal letter written to the author from " Avalon, Princeton, N. J., says of Mr. Radford's book : "Your writing takes me back in imagination to that beautiful country of mountains, and rivers, and lakes, where so many of the happiest months of my early life were spent, and where I learned to cast the fly and shoot a rifle. 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