ladness engage
From the rose-days of youth to the snow-days of age.

IV.

The bliss of the Valleys! There life blossoms sweet,
And the night-time and noon time in melody meet,
Till the sorrows that sadden the care-clouded day
Find the smiles ever beaming and vanish away.

V.

A Song of Green Valleys! O, joys that they bring
Where the breeze whispers love in the love-days of spring,
And the songs of the thrush from the love gardens float
With the music that spills from the mocking-bird's throat!

VI.

A Song of Green Valleys! O, valleys that spread
From the croon of the babe to the dirge of the dead,
Beyond the long journey we leave you,--but then,
God grant we shall meet you and have you again!

Ate Boys Himself.

He was a four year old Oklahoma Fountleroy, in knee pants, and with
golden curls that would make an angel envious. His face still wore the
divine beauty of the cradle, and his large, luminous eyes reflected an
innocence unspotted of the world.

But the carpenter on the building did not appreciate his company. He was
always in the way. So the carpenter thought he would frighten him away,
by a story of horrible danger.

"Do you see that big man coming there?" said the carpenter to him.

The child nodded assent.

"Well," continued the carpenter; "you would better run away before he
gets you. That big man eats a boy for breakfast every morning, and he
may eat you."

A look of ineffable scorn slowly penetrated beneath the curls. The
large, innocent eyes took on an expression of supreme contempt. Then the
angel indifferently said:

"I ate a boy once; he was a nigger!"

Caught on the Fly.

A drummer is known by the stories he tells.

Don't be in a hurry to do a mean thing. You'll have plenty of time to
get sorry if you put it off until day after tomorrow.

When a man stops to count the cost of a noble deed, temptation has
already stormed and captured the fortifications of his honor.

The $1 bill is a very popular brand among the people, but if history
makes no mistake, it takes the $1,000 bill to secure votes in the
Missouri legislature.

The Kingbolt Philosopher.

"I notice," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "Thet the self-made man is always
kept so busy tellin' about the fine job of work he turned out, thet he
never has time to get the roof on an' the doors an' winders hung. A
self-made feller generally shows a rough job put t