yesterday I became a member of the Church, having decided for Christ two months ago. For these two blessings of God I owe all to you, for in both business and religion you have been my example. I hope in this new land to help others as you helped me." The other was from one of his old Sunday-school scholars, and read: "Dear Sir: I have taken your advice and once more feel a free man. With the money you loaned me I have paid my debts, and with God's help and yours will redeem the past. I cannot thank you as I ought; but I do trust I will be worthy of your confidence." A new light came into his face. The old restlessness passed forever. He walked with the step of his youth. God had held the goblet of life to his lips, and he had drunk deep. C. C. Wylie. LOVE To keep one sacred flame Through life unchilled, unmoved, As first in youth we loved, To feel that we adore Even to fond excess That though the heart would break with more, It could not live with less. Thomas Moore. THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD The muffled drum's sad roll has beat No more on life's parade shall meet And Glory guards, with solemn round, No rumor of the foe's advance No troubled thought at midnight haunts No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms; No braying horn nor screaming fife Their shivered swords are red with rust, And plenteous funeral tears have washed And the proud forms, by battle gashed, The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal Like the fierce northern hurricane Knew well the watchword of that day Was "Victory or death!" Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest, Far from the gory field; Borne to a Spartan mother's breast The sunlight of their native sky And kindred eyes and hearts watch by Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead, Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone When many a vanished age hath flown, Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Shall dim one ray of glory's light That gilds your glorious tomb. Theodore O'Hara. WITH A DIFFERENCE It was a pretty song of spring A song appropriate and gay. The words of his first line were these: "The buds are bursting on the trees." But when that day Tom's name was called, And this, alas! was what he sung, While terror twisted up his tongue And stage fright shook his voice and knees: "The birds are busting on the trees!" Caroline Mischka Roberts. FAMILY FINANCIERING "They tell me you work for a dollar a day; "I know you will think it conceited and queer, But I do it because I'm a good financier. "There's Pete, John, Jim, and Joe and William and Ned, A half-dozen boys to be clothed up and fed. "And I buy for them all good plain victuals to eat, And clothing-I only buy clothing for Pete. "When Pete's clothes are too small for him to go on, My wife makes 'em over and gives them to John. "When for John, who is ten, they have grown out of date, She justs makes 'em over for Jim, who is eight. "When for Jim they become too ragged to fix, She just makes 'em over for Joe, who is six. "And when little Joseph can't wear them no more, She just makes 'em over for Bill, who is four. "And when for young Bill they no longer will do, She just makes 'em over for Ned, who is two. "So you see, if I get enough clothing for Pete, The family is furnished with clothing complete." |