Gems In Verse Always Good--like You

When 1 reproved my littlc gir!. Her cli-ar, gray eyes were grluved and wet: Slie owued (aalt, for pardon plead. And spoke sorae word.-s I can't forgct: "If you were little, just liko me, Would ever yon be naugbty, too? If I were only all growu up, I could be ahvays good- like you!" She meant Itl Her sweet innocence, Which sent so sharp and sure a dart, Knows nothing of the wickèd moods That sometimos sway ber motUer's heart. Wrath, envy, folly, discontent, The selfish impulse not withstood- Tbese things accuse me, yet my cbild Believos that I am always good. - Mrs. George Arcbibali, Sympathy and Stuff. A man inay eat the nicest food, Wear jewelry an rings, An dress up like a regalar dood, An live on piea an thiugs; Have apple sass without the peel, Yit never have enough. Without sometimos a regalar meal Of sympathy an stuff. Yer inay git tamal rich, an yit Thar'B su'thin that ye've got to git - ' Yer'H (Ind yer way is mighty rougb. Without no sympathy an stuif. Oh, you may own a house an shed, An weav a shirt thet's biled, An wear a beaver on yer head Until yer liair is spiled; An if you own a hundred goats, An sheop. au steers enough, There's suthin more thau hins an shotes- It's sympathy an stuff. An tuis I say, an know 'tis true An sound, an Bible doctrine, too- You'll find life's turupike purty rough Without no sympathy au stuit. Yes, life without itaiu't no nse, 'Tain't wholesome, pure nor sweet; 'Tis like puddin without juice, A tater without meat. A man may b'lieve he's mighty rich, An yit be poor enough- Without affection, love an sich, An sympathy an stuff. Yer life'll be a crooked trail, An like ez not bring up iu jail; Be cold an sapless, dry an tough, Till yer git sympathy an stuff. I preached this creed to Betsy Jane A-tot her eveuing, too; I rather guess I made it plain An purty sweet, I do. My arm within her arm it slid, Clus up aside her inuff, She said she'd give me love, she dld, An sympathy an stuff. An so I named the wedd'n day, An hug?ed an kissed an oried hooray! Oh, liie will be jest bright enough With Betsy's sympathy an stuff! -S. W. Fosa. Trees. Set out treesl adorn the homestead, JMake it pleasant all around. Let the elms and oaks and maples With the evergreens abound. Let the home be so attraetive That the boy that is today, When he shall arrive at manhood And in foreign lands may stray. Turn with louging heart and lovinf? To his home these bilis among. Thinking how the trees are thriving Which he helped to plant when young. Set out treesl along tho highway. Place them thick on either side; In the present joyous springtime, Every one his part provide. Set out walnuts, chestnuts, beeches Where the playf ui squirrels come: In the hemlocks, firs and spruces Shall the song birds fmrt a home. Let their branches growing, twining, Forniing arches o'ur the way, Shield tl! e horse and screen the rider Through the long, hot summer day. Thick green leaves the golden sunshine Hidiner while the dog star reigns; Then when autumn paints them gayly Carpeting the huls aud plains. Set out trees! upon the coinmon, Ashes, lindeus, poplars, bircli; Setthem out around the school house, Place them thick about the church. Have the children's playground shaded '! And the public walks as well. And the joys from these arising Coming ages glad will teil. These shall live and grow and gladden While we molder 'neath their leaves. Let us then iniprove the present- Leave behind us priceless trees. - Auuie G. Marshall. Heredity. When I reflect on all that has been done In unremembered ages ere I carne, And that ray life was kindled at a Jame Lit from another and preceding one Of seguent torchea reaching till the sun Embodied (ire first in mortal frame, And that i am a part of mauy a name And many a nature, yet am wholly none, Then do I question whether I am ï, Until I see a cloud in purple fold Suspend the Ganges, Amazon and Nile, And all the feeding streams that multiply Their tides ui which the cloud is made, the while It holds its individual state and mold. - Prosser H. Frye. Froedom. Hate all sins, but not the sinner; Love our fellows, though depraved; Every slave is to be pitied; Most of all, the sin onslaved. What'er be our social station. Let our miuds at least be free, For if the.v should be entraminel'd None can i ve us libertv. Freedom is a glorious blessing, Without which our life is vile; Tkougk e'en chaius our liuibs may fetter Let not sin our souls defile. Let us live in truest freedom; Let ua for it, if needs, die; Gain it for ourselves and othera. And all tyranny defy. To secure it we must labor Wisely to train up the young, For f rom viceand meutal darkness AU oppression ever sprung. Gentle mothers, truly teaching Children with the meekest words, May do more for human freedom Than the mightiest warriors' Bwords. - George Markham Tweddell. Pumpkin Pie. A doubt's been growing in my mind, and I've been thinking why, With eggs and sugar, milk aud spice, we cali it pumpkin pie, For pumpkin by itself is naught- 'tis cow food - and, by jing! Eggs, sugar, milk and spice will make a pie with anytliing. How like to pumpkin are some men whoare lauded in these de ys- Somebody does the work for them and they usurp the praise. Henceforth ril make a metaphor when such a oue I tspy, Aud every fulse usurper l'll cali a pumpkin P' _ -I. T. Heath. Avenged. If I should quarrel with thee, friend, and say Hard things from sudden spite, Be sure my sorrow will revenge thee qnite Before the passing of another day; So give me way. Seek not to check the madness of my couraeEach word shall be a dart To lodge and rankle at mine inmost heart. Thou art avenged by mine own remorse With sevenfcld force. - Arthur L. Salmón. Toy iurnlture at Martin Haller's. Try for Holiday liargains.