allus a-hangin' on to someone else. The pore soul thet hain't
got enough git up an' git to him to strike out fer hisself an' find a
path of his own through the woods is mighty nigh sartin to git lost in
the brush.

"Purty nigh ev'ry feller I ever knowed thet did anything wuth while did
it by usin' the climbers on his own legs. Ef he stan's 'round waitin' to
borry somebody else's tools, he wastes a mighty sight of his own time
an' don't know how to use 'em when the other feller gits ready to be
accommedatin'!"

Don't You Grumble.

I.

Don't you grumble at the weather when the clouds are hanging flat,
For the sun will soon be shining and you'll have to growl at that,
And before in working order you your growler well have got,
You will have to change its focus for another kind of shot!

II.

Don't you grumble at the fortune that the Fates incline to send!
If it's good, rejoice with gladness; if it's bad, why, make it mend;
And before you hit the gravel for the world beyond the years,
Things will balance pretty even through the tangled smiles and tears.

III.

Don't you grumble at the meanness that heaps up your path with wrong!
There are golden hearts of goodness that are full of love and song,
And along the ways you wander all their anthems ever rise
Like a chorus of the angels from the mansions in the skies!

IV.

Don't you grumble at the weather! Don't you growl around at fate!
In this world of life and labor, you must fish or cut the bait;
And if here you're always fretting o'er each little sob and sigh,
You will hardly relish heaven when you reach the Bye and Bye.

Enough Heaven for Him.

"Go 'way, man!" said an obsarvant Logan county darkey. "Doan't yuh come
en talk to me erbout gittin' rich er bein' pooah! Nary one ob dem things
bodders me. Ef perlitical campaigns'll jes' las' all de time en
canderdates run all de yar roun', dis worl'll be hebben ernuff fer
me!"

"Keep Away from Trouble."

Keep away from trouble,--
Keep away, I say!
He will double, double,
If you walk his way;
Go the other path-way;
Pass the rascal by;
Keep your face a-smiling
For the glory-sky!

Caught on the Fly.

The man that can't find any heaven in this world of sunshine has no
promise of getting a chance to hunt for it in the next.

David said in his haste that all men are liars; and the Good Book do