r a fool. No school wuz ever yit found thet
could change a wooden head ter flesh en blood; en the pore teachers air
bein' continua'ly pestered ter death with idiotic payrents a-tryin' to
have 'em stuff brains in their kids which the good Lord dident give any
to. You kin plant jimson weeds in the garden, en tend 'em and water 'em,
en nuss 'em the hull season through, en you'll hev only a leetle bigger
crop of jimson seed at the wind-up. En it's jest thet way when brainless
cubs air sent off ter collidge!" And the old man wiped his face with a
hot towel and went on with his shaving.

There are many pleasant things in this world, but it is the job that
allows us to get up when we please in the morning that makes life one
grand sweet song.

In Prayer.

Beyond the narrow years Thou sendest me,
Flecked with their sun and shadow, tears and wrong,
Grant me this glory, Father, this to see,--
A world made happy in a world made strong!

The Kingbolt Philosopher.

"Them millionairs kin hev all the money they want en all the fun they
kin git outen it," said Uncle Ezra Mudge as he drew on his blue denim
wampus and whistled for the hounds, "but I kin git more ra'al fun en
pure enjoyment outen a three hour 'coon-hunt with ole Lead then they git
outen all theyr tom-foolin' aroun' with awty-mobeels en yats en summer
ree-sorts en sea-side foolishness. It takes mighty leetle money ter make
a man happy thet loves his work, en all the millions they kin pile up in
front of him wouldn't buy a single beller from ole Lead on a hot trail!
Come on, Lead!" And the old man strode away through the clearing with
all a boy's enthusiasm for the hunt.

The Little Boy Land.

I.

Away in the dim and the dusk of the years
Lies the Little Boy Land of the Soul,
Where the days are alight with the love that endears
And the lullabies tenderly roll;
Where the cares never come with their burdens of woe
To the gates of the kingdom of day,
And the joys are supreme as the little feet go
Through the glorified path ways of play.

II.

There are beautiful curls in the realms over there;
There are cheeks that are rosy and glad;
There are eyes full of glee, never clouded by care,
Never shadowed by tears that are sad;
There are toys for the wishing,--tops, marbles and strings,--
There are ponies no hand may control;
And the moments go by on their won