Gems In Verse

Fute. o 6hall be born the whole wide world apart. And speak íd different tongues, and have no thought Cach of the other's being aud no lieed. And these o'er unknown seas to unknown lauda Bhall cross, escaping wreek, defying death. And, all unconseiously, shape every aot And bendeach wanderingstepto thisoneend- Chat one day out of darkness they Bhall meet And read lifo's meaning In eaeh other's eyes. And two shall walk some narrovv way of life, 50 nearly side by side that should one turn Sver sa little space to let't or right Chey needs must stand acknowledged, face to face; And yet, wlth wistful eyes that never meet, With groping hands that never clasp, and Upa balling in vain to ears that never hear, They eeek each other all their weary daya And die unsatisfied; and this is Fate. The Old Fashioned Way. Yon kin talk about yore anthems, An yore airias an sich, An yore modern choir singin That you think bo awful rich; Bnt you orter heerd us youngsters. In tho times now far away, A-singin o' the ol' tunes In the ol' fashioned way. There was some of us sung treble, An a few of us sung bass, An the tide o' song flowed smoothly, With its 'comp'niment o' grace. There was spirit in the music An a kinder Bolemn sway. In singin o' the ol' tunes In the ol' fashioned way. The gals would lead the singin An the boys would all jine in, TUI the volume o' their voices Battered down the walls o' sin; An I ast to teil the preacher 'Twas as good to sing as pray, When the people sang the ol' tunes In the ol fashioned way. I remember oft o' standin In my homespun pataloons - On my face, the bronze and freckles Of the suns o' youthful Junes- Thinkin that no airthly singer Ever chanted sieh a lay As the ol' tunes wa was singin In the ol' fashioned way. How I long again to hear 'em Flowin forth from soul to soull With the treble high an meller. Au the bass' mighty roll; But the times is very diff'rent, An the music heered today Ain't the singin o' the ol' tune3 In the ol1 fashioned way. Little Bcreechin by a woman, Little rumblin by a man; . Then the organ's tweedie, twaddle, Jest the empty space to span; An ef you should even think it, 'Tlsn't proper f ur to say That yon want to hear the ol' tnnes In the ol' fashioned way. But I think that some bright mornin When the tolla of llfe are o'er. An the sun o' heav'n arlsin Glads with light the happy shore, I shall hear the angel chorus In the realms of endless day A-singin o' the ol' tunes In the ol' fashioned way. -Paul Laurenoe Dunbar. The changeless stillness of life's stagnation Is worse than the wildest waves could be, Hending the rocks eternally. -Lady Wilde. The Lonesomo Husband. Since she went home- The evening shadows linger longer here, The winter days fill so much of the year, And even summer winds are chili and drear, Since she went home. Since she went home- The robin's note has touched a minor strain, The old glad songs breathe but a sad refrain. And laughter sobs with hidden, bitter pain, Since she went home. Since she went home - 'How still the empty rooms her presence blessed! Untouched the pillow that her dear head pressed. My lonely heart hath nowhere for lts rest Since she went home. Since she went home- The long, long days have crept away liko years, The sunlight has beea dimmed with doubt and fears. And the dark nights have rained In lonely tears, Since she went home. - Robert J. Burdette. Two Sinners. There was a man, ilwas.Baij one time. And lovo unchecked is a dangerous guide To wauder at will by a fair girl's side. The woman repented and turned from sin, But no door opened to let her in; The preacher prayed that she might be forgiven, But told her to look for mercy in heaven; For this is the law oí earth, we know, That the woman is scorned, while the man may go. A brave man wedded her, after all, But the world said, frowning, "We soall not cali." -New Orleans Times-Demor.'at. Take It In. If you'd make life worth the living In this valley here below. Take the tuu in witli ihe labor- Take enjuyment as you go. If you'd live the uoblest, truest. Keeping cheerful, brave and strong. Do not Blave for future pleasures: Taku thera as you ito alcrag. Do not lay up all your ueasures, After yuart of hiV to biess; Do not wuii until yuur efforts Meel the fullneöBOf suecess. Do not drudt.' till your position Ia the ricbest uu-n acuottg. Ero you taste of llfes wweet nectars; Sip them as you ,o aloag. Plciisure makesyour '.vork more easy; Work shows pleasure at its best; Rest will uei-ve i he arm to labor; Labor, too, brüiLfs aweetest rest. Work with sleady, earnest effort In the pushing, crowding throng; But do not forget Ihe pleasures: Take them as you go along. -Smiley's Enterprise. Age. And the mosby marbles rest On the lips thal he hoa presl In their bloom. And the deudch he loved to hear Have been earved for many a year On the comb. -Holmes. Tnke your cilancos- Wonvcn at the fair.