hall sorrow nevermore;
Grief has done her worst and best,
But his grief is o'er!

What to him the dangers dark,--
Terrors of the waveless stream?
God shall guide the helpless barque
Through the shadowed dream!

He has fought with storm and strife,
He has conquered, all alone;
He has plucked the rose of life
For his very own.

Farewell to the world of sighs!
He has laid the burden down;
Here each grief and sorrow dies,
And he claims the crown!

Caught on the Fly.

Fate is blamed with all the failures for which laziness is responsible.

The world may owe you a living, but you'll never be able to collect it
till you foreclose the mortgage by hard hustling.

However late some people get up in the morning, they always have plenty
of time to spare for other people's business before bedtime.

With a Song.

No matter what the weeping,
No matter what the wrong,
Just toss a kiss to trouble
And soothe him with a song.

When all the world is winter
And storms unceasing throng,
Just clasp your hands with sunshine
And warm them up with song.

When fortune flies the window
And leaves you lonely long,
Still hum the happy music
And sing it out in song.

The summer time is coming,--
Is coming good and strong!
A welcome for the roses,
A greeting full of song!

O, life is filled with shadows,
And sorrow still is strong;
But walk the ways with laughter
And climb the hills with song!

Live your own life so happily to yourself that neither men, women or
devils can swerve you one degree from the divine light shining upon your
direct pathway to the stars.

De Hant!

I.

De Hant he come en hollah f'um de honey-locus' tree:
"Ah'd thank yuh, Mistah Niggah, foh dat money yuh owe me!"
But Ah gib Mis' Sal a banjo, en a silky scarf toh Chloe,
En de cotton's sho'ly squandah'd en dat's all dis niggah know!

II.

De Hant he come en hollah f'um de bahn's ole gable deep:
"Whah's dat New Yaar Resolution dat Ah gib you-all toh keep?"
But Ah kep' it en Ah kep' it, twel ole Satan come erlong,
En dat New Yaar Resolution got a move on mighty strong!

III.

De Hant he come en hollah right above de cabin doo':
"What yuh done wif all dem good t'ings dat Ah tole yuh 'bout befo?"
En Ah dassent answeh nothin'! En de ole Hant s