« AnteriorContinuar »
Darby dear, but my heart was wild,
And my heart found rest;
better and Heav'n more near:
Hand in hand when our life was May,
As the years roll on;
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
You kissed me! My heart, my breath, and my will
You kissed me! My soul in a bliss so divine
WATCH THE CORNERS
When you wake up in the morning of a chill and cheerless day,
And feel inclined to grumble, pout, or frown, Just glance into your mirror and you will quickly see It's just because the corners of your mouth turn down.
Then take this simple rhyme,
Remember it in time: It's always dreary weather, in countryside or town, When you wake and find the corners of your mouth turned
If you wake up in the morning full of bright and happy
Then take this little rhyrne,
Remember all the time: There's joy a-plenty in this world to fill life's silver cup If you'll only keep the corners of your mouth turned up.
Lulu Linton, in Youths Companicn, Feb. 6, 1902.
WHEN JENNY RODE TO MILL WITH ME
When Jenny rode to mill with me,
The daisies bared their bosoms,
And stirred a storm of blossoms.
The squirrels scampered from the hedge
The cows were in the clover,
And dusky doves flew over.
The white road seemed to welcome us,
By shaken dewdrops dented,
By lovely violets scented.
The mad wind seemed to envy all
The curls beneath her bonnet,
In twinkling showers on it.
How well the way old Milton knew
In all the springtime weather,
And so—we rode together!
He loitered in the light and song,
He knew the spell that bound me,
While Jenny's arms were round me.
The rose had then no cruel thorn
To mar the moment's blisses,
The miller took his toll in corn,
And I took mine in kisses.
Now Jenny's mine "till death do part" —
Yet, though the years are many,
That framed the face of Jenny.
And Jenny's eyes are tender still,
Her lips a nest of blisses,
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