Darby dear, but my heart was wild, Until you whispered, "Heaven knows best," Darby dear, 'twas your loving hand Hand in hand when our life was May, As the years roll on: Hand in hand when the long night-tide Always the same, Darby, my own, A READER'S PRAYER Charles Lamb once said he felt more like saying grace before a good book than before meat. H. H. Barstow, receiving his suggestion from Dr. Henry Van Dyke's "Writer's Prayer," in "The Ruling Passion," gives us a suggestive "Reader's Prayer." Lord, let me never slight the meaning nor the moral of anything I read. Make me respect my mind so much that I dare not read what has no meaning nor moral. Help me choose with equal care my friends and my books, because they are both for life. Show me that as in a river, so in read ing, the depths hold more of strength and beauty than the shallows. Teach me to value art without being blind to thought. Keep me from caring more for much reading than for careful reading; for books than the Book. Give me an ideal that will let me read only the best, and when that is done, stop me. Repay me with power to teach others, and then help me to say from a disciplined mind a grateful Amen. YOU KISSED ME You kissed me! My head drooped low on your breast While the holy emotions my tongue dared not speak, You kissed me! My heart, my breath, and my will Of the peace and the joy that belong to the blest, You kissed me! My soul in a bliss so divine Reeled and swooned like a drunkard when foolish with wine And I thought 'twere delicious to die there, if death Would but come while my lips were yet moist with your breath; While your arms clasped me round in that blissful embrace, Would you wish that your breast were my shelter as then? WATCH THE CORNERS When you wake up in the morning of a chill and cheerless day, Just glance into your mirror and you will quickly see Remember it in time: It's always dreary weather, in countryside or town, When you wake and find the corners of your mouth turned down. If you wake up in the morning full of bright and happy thoughts And begin to count the blessings in your cup. Then glance into your mirror and you will quickly see Remember all the time: There's joy a-plenty in this world to fill life's silver cup WHEN JENNY RODE TO MILL WITH ME When Jenny rode to mill with me, The squirrels scampered from the hedge The white road seemed to welcome us, The mad wind seemed to envy all How well the way old Milton knew He loitered in the light and song, The rose had then no cruel thorn The miller took his toll in corn, Now Jenny's mine "till death do part”- And Jenny's eyes are tender still, As when, in crossing to the mill, Philadelphia Times Herald. A TRIBUTE TO THE DOG One of the most beautiful tributes ever paid a dumb animal came from the lips of the late Senator George Graham Vest. The occasion was a trial over the killing of a dog, which was held in a Missouri town when he was a young lawyer. Senator Vest appeared for the plaintiff, while Senator Francis M. Cockrell, then a country practitioner, represented the defendant. Young Vest took no interest in the testimony and made no notes, but at the close of the case arose, and, in a soft voice, made the following address: "Gentlemen of the Jury-The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name. may become traitors to their faith. The money that |