en's angels on the straining soul arise
As the weary foot-steps falter on the walks of Paradise.

The harvest time is over! All the struggle has surcease!
After life, the stars above us! After battle, love and peace!
And the glories of achievement that atone for sin and strife
Are the sheaves of good we garner as we reap the fields of life!

Harvest time! harvest time!
Years of struggle gone,
Joy shall crown the soul with light
In eternal Dawn!

The Kingbolt Philosopher.

"Fer accumulatin' much experience in a short while and in a rapid
manner," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "thar is nothin' under the sun beats
a-goin' to law. With only a toler'ble fair case and a good lively lawyer
on the other side, a man can git enough out of one single law-suit
suitably appealed, to decently equip a whole neighborhood fer at least
three generations."

Mister Cantaloupe.

Hello, Mister Canteloupe,
When did you arrive?
Glad to see you, and I hope
That you're all alive!
How-dy do and how-dy do!
Hope your folks are well,
And are coming after you
For to stay a spell!

Hello, Mister Cantaloupe!
Please excuse my smile,
But I'm just so glad, and hope
You will stay awhile;
Put 'er here and put 'er there!
If you've traveled far,
Come with me and take a chair
In the dining car!

Life is neither comedy nor tragedy, but sometimes it pushes up so close
to both that it keeps a fellow on the dodge between smiles and tears.

Rainy Weather.

Our Mud Creek correspondent sends us the following items, having to do
with the recent wet weather:

"Bill Hughes cut his wheat last week. He rigged up a header attachment
to a row-boat, and nipped the heads off at the surface of the water.

"It rained so fast last Saturday night at Tad Wilson's that the water
couldn't all run off the roof of his new house. The water stood four
inches deep on top of the comb for over half an hour. Then Tad took an
ax and sharpened the comb so it would split the drops better, and the
water soon ran down.

"Jem Bilkins' incubator hatched last Wednesday during the heavy rain.
Jem set only Plymouth Rock eggs; but, when they hatched, over half of
his chickens were ducks. They were given web feet by an accommodating
providence."

Get in the Game.

Get in the game of life, my boy,
Get in the mighty game;