when life was young and all the world was new
Came back again from vanished ways with raptures smiling through,
And all the high resolves of heart and all the deeds of hand
Returned equipped with robe and crown and showed the Promised Land!

III.

We sat and talked of other days,--the days that went away,--
Of child-hood's dreamy hours of joy and child-hood's heart of play;
And as we talked of other days, forgetting weal or woe,
The boys and girls came back again across the Long Ago.

IV.

We knew this life of men and things with all its griefs and glees
Is not a dream of pleasures sweet or lilt of lullabies;
And yet despite the shadows deep that o'er the sunshine fall,
'Tis always worth the living and its songs are all in all.

V.

We sat and talked of other days! O, days that died unfelt,
Where innocence was crowned with love and all the virtues dwelt;
And in our hearts we sadly knew, whate'er the sages say,
That Heaven romps with us no more since those days went away!

Caught on the Fly.

Finding fault is not hard work, but it is a great waste of valuable
time.

"Food for thought" is a popular and necessary brand, but the hungry man
entirely overlooks it on the bill of fare.

If you would have a soft berth in this world, you must first run the
full-feathered goose down and then do the plucking by your own main
strength.

The World All Right.

Don't sing of a bright world
That waits "over there,"
But warble of this world
And banish your care;
Beyond the dark valley
Sweet heaven may be,
But the world is all right
And it's all here for me!
It has a few shadows
And something of tears,
But they only make brighter
The beautiful years;
And this world is so jolly
Whatever may grieve
That I'm not in a hurry
To pull up and leave!

The Kingbolt Philosopher.

"I've noticed," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "thet many en many a time it
ain't knowin' how to git up thet makes a success of a man so much ez
knowin' how to git down. Sooner er later a tumble comes rollin' along
fer the best of fellers, en before he knows what's a-comin' he's clear
down at the bottom of the pile. The feller thet kin git up a-laffin'
under sich peculierr sarcumstances is the feller thet wins out en is on
top when Gabriel goes to tootin' of his horn; but the feller thet mopes
aroun' en talks erbout