fellow, a railroad train
ran over him and both feet had to be amputated at the ankles. A friend
called to see him and said: "Jim, what have you to say after this
misfortune?"

His reply was: "Well, I always did suffer with cold feet."

Look on the bright side of life, remembering that very often,

"The trouble that makes us fume and fret,
And the burdens that make us groan and sweat
Are the things that haven't happened yet."

When our two boys were babies our home was a country cottage and our
land possession one acre. Nearby lived a young man whose father left
him a blue-grass farm. His home was a handsome brick house; he had
servants and drove fine horses. Often when seated on the little porch
of our humble home, he would pass by, when the feet of his horses and
wheels of his fine carriage would dash the dust into our faces. One
evening when he passed I said: "Never mind, Anna, some day we'll live
in a fine house, we'll have servants and horses and we'll be
'somebodies'." I thought money would bring happiness, and the more
money the more happiness.

We now live in a good home, have servants and horse and carriage;
we've traveled several times together from ocean to ocean, yet I have
never seen a train of Pullman palace cars that can compare in memory
with the two trains that used to leave that little cottage home every
evening for dreamland.

"The first train started at seven p.m.,
Over the dreamland road,
The mother dear was the engineer,
The passenger laughed and crowed.

The palace car was the mother's arms,
The whistle a low sweet strain;
The passenger winked, nodded and blinked
And fell asleep on the train.

The next train started at eight p.m.,
For the slumberland afar,
The summons clear, fell on the ear,
'All aboard for the sleeping car.'

And what was the fare to slumberland?
I assure you not very dear;
Only this, a hug and a kiss,
They were paid to the engineer."

And I said:

"Take charge of the passengers, Lord, I pray,
To me they are very dear;
And special ward, O gracious Lord,
Give the faithful engineer."

Have some of you had sorrows you could not harmonize with the logic of
life? Leave them with Him who "notes the sparrow's fall." Some one has
said: "There are angels in the quarries of life only the blasts of
misfortune and chisels of adversity can carve into beauty."

Doctor Theodore Cuyler said: "God washes the