other things like that; then I got a stummick, and it's got in it a pickle, a piece of pie, two sticks of peppermint candy, and my dinner." MY GUEST. The day is fixed that there shall come to me The time I do not know, he keeps the date, And keep me at my best, And do my common duties patiently. I've often wondered if that day would break Brighter than other days? That I might know, or wrapped in some strange gloom, Or busy with life's ways; With weary hands, and closing eyes that ached. For many years I've know that he would come, And sometimes even said, "He will come soon," With twilight dusk and dim, And silent night-times, when the world is dumb. But he will come, and find me here or there, For when he comes, I know that he will take, Just folded, may be, with a silent prayer. Yes, he whom I expect has been called Death, Nothing disturbs of what has been, or is; And none may hear the tender words he saith. As we pass out, my royal guest and I, As noiseless as he came, For naught will do, but I must go with him, And leave the house I've lived in, closed and dim. I've known I should not need it by-and-by! And so I sleep and wake, I toil and rest, My Elder Brother will have sent for me, And so, I shall go gladly with my guest. New York Observer. THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES. The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one, Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes And the heart but one, Yet the light of a whole life dies When its love is done. Francis W. Bourdillon. IF YOU'VE ANYTHING GOOD TO SAY. If you've anything good to say of a man, For the eulogy spoken when hearts are broken Ah! the blighted flower now drooping lonely If you've any alms to give to the poor, Oh, harken to poverty's sad lament! Be swift her wants to allay; Don't spurn God's poor from the favored door, Don't wait for another to bear the burden Let your hand extend to a stricken friend And if you've anything good to say of a man, For the eulogy spoken when hearts are broken Author unknown. MILTON ON HIS BLINDNESS. "They charge me with poverty, because I never desired to become rich dishonestly; they accuse me of blindness, because I have lost my eyes in the service of liberty; they tax me with cowardice, and while I had the use of my eyes and my sword I never feared the boldest among them; finally, I am upbraided with deformity, while no one was more handsome in the age of beauty. I do not even complain of my want of sight; in the night with which I am surrounded the light of the Divine presence shines with a more brilliant lustre. God looks down upon me with tenderness and compassion, because I can now see none but Himself. Misfortune should protect me from insult, and render me sacred; not because I am deprived of the light of heaven, but because I am under the shadow of the Divine wings which have enveloped me with this darkness." John Milton's Letter to a Foreign Friend. LIFE'S SEESAW. "Gin ye find a heart that's weary, And because of thine own grief's sake "In this world o' seesaw, dearie, Grief goes up and joy comes down, Follows on the heels o' May. Thou mayst need a friend some day." JENNIE KISSED ME. Say I'm weary; say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Jennie kissed me. Leigh Hunt. LINCOLN'S HEART. "You are wounded, my boy, and the field is your tent, And what can I do at the last for you?" "Yes, wounded I am, and my strength is spent Will you write me a letter and see me through?” And the tall man ruffled some papers there To write a letter in sun dimmed air. "What now shall I sign it ?" ""Twill give her joy, If you sign it just 'from the heart of your boy,' Who wrote so kindly this letter for me.” "A. Lincoln" was written there, tremblingly. The bleeding lad, from the hand unknown The letter took. "What? A. Lincoln' Not he? Will you take my hand-I'm all alone And see me through, since he you be?" And the Heart of the Nation in that retreat Held the little pulse till it ceased to beat. |