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Did e'er such love and sorrows meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
GIVE THEM THE FLOWERS NOW
Closed eyes can't see the white roses,
Cold hands can't hold them, you know. Breath that is stilled cannot gather
The odors that sweet from them blow. Death, with a peace beyond dreaming,
Its children of earth doth endow; Life is the time we can help them,
So give them the flowers now!
Here are the struggles and striving,
Here are the cares and the tears; Now is the time to be smoothing
The frowns and the furrows and fears. What to closed eyes are kind sayings?
What to hushed heart is deep vow? Naught can avail after parting,
So give them the flowers now!
Just a kind word or a greeting:
Just a warm grasp or a smile-
The burdens for many a mile.
What is the use of them; how
Oh, give them the flowers now!
Blooms from the happy heart's garden
Plucked in the spirit of love;
Of flowers that blossom above
Of blessings such gifts will allow
Leigh M. Hodges.
Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys ?
We're twenty! we're twenty! Who says we are more?
Was it snowing I spoke of ? Excuse the mistake!
We want some new garlands for those we have shed,
We've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told,
That fellow's the “Speaker," the one on the right;
That boy with the grave, mathematical look
There's a boy, we pretend, with a three-decker brain,
And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith;
You hear that boy laughing? You think he's all fun,
Yes, we're boys, always playing with tongue or with pen,
Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray!
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
THE POPPY LAND EXPRESS
The first train leaves at six P.M.
For the land where the poppy blows.
And the passenger laughs and crows.
The palace car is the mother's arms;
The whistle a low, sweet strain.
And goes to sleep on the train.
At eight P.M. the next train starts
For the poppy land afar.
“All aboard for the sleeping car!"
But "What is the fare to poppy land?
I hope it is not too dear.'
And it's paid to the engineer.
So I ask of Him who children took
On His knee in kindness great;
That leave at six and eight.
**For to me they are very dear;
St. Louis Star Sayings.
FIRST STEAMBOAT PASSAGE MONEY PAID
Says the narrator of this incident:
I chanced to be in Albany when Fulton arrived with his unheard of craft, the Claremont, which everybody was so anxious to see. Being ready to leave, and hearing the strange-looking boat was about to return to New York, I went on board, and, inquiring for Mr. Fulton, was directed to the cabin, where I found a plain-looking but gentlemanlyappearing man, wholly alone.
“Mr. Fulton, I presume?
After a moment's hesitation he named the sum of six dollars, and I laid the coins in his hand.
With his eyes fixed upon the money, he remained so long motionless that I concluded there was a miscount, and asked: