Did e'er such love and sorrows meet, 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, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts. GIVE THEM THE FLOWERS NOW Closed eyes can't see the white roses, Cold hands can't hold them, you know. The odors that sweet from them blow. Here are the struggles and striving, The frowns and the furrows and fears. Naught can avail after parting, Just a kind word or a greeting; Just a warm grasp or a smile- After the journey is over What is the use of them; how Can they carry them who must be carried? Blooms from the happy heart's garden Of flowers that blossom above So give them the flowers now! Leigh M. Hodges. THE BOYS 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, Of talking (in public) as if we were old! That boy we call "Doctor" and this we call "Judge'; It's a neat little fiction-of course it's all fudge. That fellow's the "Speaker," the one on the right; "Mr. Mayor," my young one, how are you tonight? That's our "Member of Congress," we say when we chaff; There's the "Reverend"-what's his name?-don't make me laugh. That boy with the grave, mathematical look Made believe he had written a wonderful book, So they chose him right in-a good joke it was, too! 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. And the passenger laughs and crows. The palace car is the mother's arms; At eight P.M. the next train starts The summons clear falls on the ear, But "What is the fare to poppy land? The fare is this--a hug and a kiss, So I ask of Him who children took On His knee in kindness great; "Take charge, I pray, of the trains each day "Keep watch of the passengers," thus I pray, And special ward, O gracious Lord, O'er the gentle engineer." 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? "Yes, sir." "Do you return to New York with this boat?" "We shall try to get back, sir." "Can I have passage down?" "You can take your chance with us, sir." "How much is the passage money?" 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: |