m fecere columbae."_--PETRONIUS

Within the soldier's helmet see
The nesting dove;
Venus and Mars, it seems to me,
In love.

On the Uses of Adversity

_"Nam nihil est, quod non mortalibus afferat
usum."_--PETRONIUS

Nothing there is that mortal man may utterly despise;
What in our wealth we treasured, in our poverty we prize.

The gold upon a sinking ship has often wrecked the boat,
While on a simple oar a shipwrecked man may keep afloat.

The burglar seeks the plutocrat, attracted by his dress--
The poor man finds his poverty the true preparedness.

After Hearing "Robin Hood"

The songs of Sherwood Forest
Are lilac-sweet and clear;
The virile rhymes of merrier times
Sound fair upon mine ear.

Sweet is their sylvan cadence
And sweet their simple art.
The balladry of the greenwood tree
Stirs memories in my heart.

O braver days and elder
With mickle valour dight,
How ye bring back the time, alack!
When Harry Smith could write!

Maud Muller Mutatur

In 1909 toilet goods were not considered a serious matter and
no special department of the catalogs was devoted to it. A
few perfumes and creams were scattered here and there among
bargain goods.

In 1919 an assortment of perfumes that would rival any city
department store is shown, along with six pages of other
toilet articles, including rouge and eyebrow pencils.

_--From "How the Farmer Has Changed in a Decade: Toilet
Goods," in Farm and Fireside's advertisement._

Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
Powdered her nose with _Bon Sachet_.

Beneath her lingerie hat appeared
Eyebrows and cheeks that were well veneered.

Singing she rocked on the front piazz,
To the tune of "The Land of the Sky Blue Jazz."

But the song expired on the summer air,
And she said "This won't get me anywhere."

The judge in his car looked up at her
And signalled "Stop!" to his brave chauffeur.

He smiled a smile that is known as broad,
And he said to Miss Muller, "Hello, how's Maud?"

"What sultry weather this is? Gee whiz!"
Said Maud. Said the judge, "I'll say it is."

"Your coat is heavy. Why don't you shed it?
Have a drink?" said Maud. Said the judge, "You said it."

And Maud, with the joy of bucolic youth,
Blended some gin and some French vermouth.

Maud Muller sighed, as she poured the gin,
"I've got something on Whittier's heroine."

"Thanks," said the judge, "a peppier brew
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