Just then, as I turned the garment, That no rent should be left behind, My heart grew suddenly tender, Dear child! She wanted to help me, Then a sweet voice broke the silence, Then straightway I knew His meaning, For I thought, when the Master-Builder Perhaps as he looks o'er the building He will bring my work to the light, And seeing the marring and bungling, He will feel as I felt for my darling, So my thoughts are never more gloomy And my heart is strong and restful And my eyes are turned toward Him. Mrs. Herrick Johnson. THE LONG WAIT Bill Nye, when a young man, once made an engagement with a lady friend of his to take her driving of a Sunday afternoon. The appointed day came, but at the livery stable all the horses were taken out save one old, shaky, exceedingly bony horse. Mr. Nye hired the nag and drove to his friend's residence. The lady let him wait nearly an hour before she was ready, and then on viewing the disreputable outfit, flatly refused to accompany Mr. Nye. "Why," she exclaimed sneeringly, "that horse may die of age any moment." "Madam," Mr. Nye replied, "when I arrived that horse was a prancing young steed." Harper's Weekly. TRANSFIGURED To careless eyes she is not fair: Are they too dull to see aright? Than love hath clearer, truer sense? This is the face she turns to him, They never see the face he sees- Carlotta Perry. IMMORTALITY Critics pronounce this one of the daintiest productions of its kind in existence. Two caterpillars crawling on a leaf, By some strange accident in contact came; Their conversation, passing all belief, Was that same argument, the very same, That has been "proed and conned" from man to man, Yea, ever since this wondrous world began. The ugly creatures, Deaf and dumb and blind, Devoid of features That adorn mankind, Were vain enough, in dull and wordy strife, The first was optimistic, full of hope; The second, quite dyspeptic, seemed to mope. 'Tis plain to me that life's not worth the living." "Come, come, cheer up," the jovial worm replied, "Let's take a look upon the other side; Suppose we cannot fly like moths or millers, Are we to blame for being caterpillars? Will that same God that doomed us crawl the earth, A prey to every bird that's given birth, Forgive our captor as he eats and sings, And damn poor us because we have not wings? A worm will turn for a' that." They argued through the summer; autumn nigh, All through the winter's chilling blast they lay Lo, spring comes forth with all her warmth and love; And so this emblem shall forever be A sign of immortality. Joseph Jefferson. Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. |