appears, there is no juggling with occasion or
ceremonious tradition. The instinct of helpless selfishness clothes him
on the spot with robe and crown.

Shoot arrows at the sun, if you will; but before you proceed to unload
your quiver in that direction, set aside a sufficient reserve fund to
discharge squarely at beef-steak and potatoes.

The Kingbolt Philosopher.

"I heered tell," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "thet one of them-air
brass-collared fellers down at St. Looey thinks he hez a baboon thet is
the connectin' link betwixt men en monkeys. I seed the same thing over
to Lumpkinsville the last time I wuz thar. I guess thet feller must hev
gone down thar en caught it en put it in a cage. It wuz in some respects
much like a human. It walked on two legs en wore clothes, shoes, a shirt
en a hat like a man. It wuz erbout the size ov a fourteen-yar ole boy,
en it kep' on smokin' cigerretts all the time. A feller tole me thar it
'ud smoke six boxes ov 'em a day. I don't see whut's the use ov goin'
clar to St. Looey to see a thing like thet, when they keep plenty ov 'em
as near as Lumpkinsville! Stan'nin' right out on the main streets, too,
en not chargin' a-cent to look at it all ye want to!"

If you have the "good resolution habit" swear off on that and do
business.

Little Sermons.

The man who has a good appetite needn't worry the Lord with any
troubles.

If faith without works is dead, that of the average loafer must be worse
than an Egyptian mummy.

The brother with the best lungs may pray the loudest, but that gives him
no insurance of a cool place over yonder.

Pretty Good World.

Pretty good world,
If you know how to use it,
Pretty good life
If you never abuse it;
Jog along, brother,
Through pleasure and sorrow;
All will be lovely
With sunshine tomorrow!

There are many patent ways to keep young these days, but we have
observed that they all fail after a woman passes forty-five.

Don't estimate your engine power too high. Many a man with a $5,000
education is too small for a 30-cent job.

We Sat and Talked of Other Days.

I.

We sat and talked of other days,--two old and wrinkled men,--
Beyond the dreams of boyish hours and all we fancied then,--
And as we talked our hearts grew warm, and down the noiseless night
We romped again with golden feet and hearts of pure delight.

II.

The dreams we dreamed