o brighest day.

Little feet that weary so!
Come and let me take
All the heart-aches of your woe
For your baby's sake!
Cuddle on my lap, and flee
From the world's distress;
Let us run away and be
Where the fairies bless!

Caught on the Fly.

The fellow that "soldiers" too much in the hay-field generally soldiers
too little in the battle-field of life.

The smile is a lightning-express train that carries you fast and far,
while the frown is only a wheel-barrow that you have to push along.

In the battle of life, nothing is gained by deserting your guns to the
enemy. Stand by them till the ammunition is gone, whether they are
popguns or flint-locks.

* * * * *

If you ever feel inclined to blame a man for making mistakes, just look
in the glass and behold the manner of man he is.

* * * * *

The Sunday School is undoubtedly a good place for a boy, but as a
corrective measure it cannot be compared to an apple tree limb and a
handy wood-shed.

* * * * *

The folks who sit on the back-steps and worry about the future never
catch any smiles from the present as she passes the front gate.

Love's Dream.

I.

Love gave me a Dream in the years that have fled
From the glorified joys of her beautiful home,
And over the world of the living and dead
It has followed forever wherever I roam;
And over the mountains and through the black night
It has guided my feet with its wonderful light.

II.

It has joyed at the triumphs that came with renown,
And its rapture surpassed what the multitudes knew;
It has grieved at the failure that lost me the crown,
With a faithful devotion unknown to but few;
Through Despair's heavy shadow and Hope's holy gleam,
How my lips still were kissed by the lips of the Dream!

III.

It has wept with my sorrow,--the sorrow that fell
Where the heart battled hard with the merciless foe;
It has laughed with my laughter when fortune was well
And the blossoms of triumph were blooming below;
And far through the black and the bright of each year
It has followed my feet till it followed me here.

IV.

O, the Dream that has lived through the years of the lost,
That with constancy shares all the paths I have trod,
Never leave me alone till the harbor is crossed