Gems In Verse

Not laurel wreathed by Fame'a uncertain hand, Nor great when mensured by the world'3 false scales, Bnt on that greater battlefield, where stand The marshaled hostaof riiiht and wrong, ne'er fails The one I praise! NTot he whose volee anirais the busy throng In blatant vainly glorious pocan floats, But in the music of Uf's golden song 11e strikes for meContenVssofUteiitc r notH" The ono I laud! Pot he who on the garisb day afar Bursts likc a suildcii 8nn wlth blazing lisht, 3ut he rhose Ufe llght la the polar star Of sympathy in stormy sea and night - Th OM I trust! Sot he whose. rootless faith the flckle hours Of time consign to a nrayslde doom, But one whose truth "until deatta part" bears flowers, Which in eternlty shall ever bloom- The one I love! -Amy Sevillo Wolff. Hicli Iilcals. Welcome eat'h high ideal! It will lift Your soul to purcr, brtghter splici-= than this, Where carking care relgns not aiKnfll is bliss. Welcome each hoiw that Ihrough the black cloud drift 3eckons you onward, upward from earth'ssod, r"ar from the crowd of wranglers and their cries, Scaling the starry ladder of the ski.s And wrapped in the masnificence of Godl Keed not the sneers of those who, money wise, 2all you au idle dreamer, for thelr cold Will pass )■ whi'ii lito'a brief parae is done, While the bright ore thnt in the lancy lies Pure, undotiled, unpurchased and unsold Sball live as long as starlightor assun. These nreeta of matter on the palato pall; All Hesh is grass- so the wise prophet said; Earth's choieest fniits all blossom but to fade; The rarest wines one day will turn to gall; Beloved Ups will crumblo Intoclay, And life clasped hands must part in cruel death; Yet, oh, the dreamer's dream is not a breath- Wrought of the mi nel, 'twill never pass away. Eiernal as the mountain, it will live, Gtreat, wondrous as the ooeao and as deep - A ralnbow areb quelling the waves from strifc, To the tired soul the balm of peaco 'twill give. Rest after toil and after joyance sleep, llluminating the shailow sliore of life. Welcomu earh bigb ideal'. In lts light All uoxious ijlants that grow wlthin the breast Will wlther, and, like bcacon on acreat, Hope's star shall riso refnlgent on tlie sight, And virt lies bloom.lHhinviit wit hheavenly dew, Fruispurent is a gleam of amelhyst, And, like lover's lips by lips of lover kissed, Hearta laste the balm primeva) Adamknow. Like twitt'ring btrds weet fancies come and go, Singin bj cryi-tul Btreamaon heather brown; lar oYr the hUls, caressed by golden beams, What wots tlic World around us when we know That peace and alm interminable crown That ricli and radiant clime- the land of dreums. - lioston Transcript. The Littlo Milllonaire. My little daughter climbed upon my knee And said, with an air of great mystery: 'Tve a secret to teil you, papa. But I most wbiaper it close in your ear. And don't you speak of it, papa dear, For there'a nobody knows but mamma. "I am very richl Very rich indeed! I have far more money than 1 shall needl 1 counted my money today - Twenty new pennlee, all of them mine. And one little silver pieco called a dime That I got from my Orandpapa Gray. "I llave fourteen nickel and one three cent, Five silver quarters, though one of them'sbent. And, papa dear, something still better - Three big white dollars, not one oí them old! And, whisper, one beautiful piece of gold Thai came in my Uncle ïom'i letter." Then slie clasped her small hands, laughed merry and cluar, Fut her soft. rosy lips down close to my ear (Oh, so lovely the fair, curly head!): 'Ani I not very ricbï N'ow, answer me truo, Am I not rieher - far richer- than you? Whisper, papa," she artlessly said. I looked at her tai-e, so young and so fair: I thought of her life untouched by care. And I said, with a happy sigh, As my lips touched softly her waitingear: "You are exceedingly r'jh, my daughter dearl Ten thousand times i .1 her than I!" -Yonng People. Tlie Incurable Ilurt. Tain't likely ez a awkward chap I aTii, big au stupid, 'Ud ever go a-inonkeyin round A dandy kiíi líke Cupid; But, major, dern my ugly mug, i done it once fer cert&in, An ef I Uve a hundred years The thing'll keep on hurtin. 1 never know'd a woman's waya Tell one day little Khty, Her that's the banker's only gal. Come down from Timber City, An stoppin at our boardlng house Eegun her purty flirtin, I guess with all the boys around, An me. that's loggoned certain. Them eyea uv hem shined like the star, That tpecklea night all over, An both her cheeks wuz purtier than Two medders red with clovor, An wheQ site talked- good lx)rdy, mel Why can't a man take warnin? It seemed to me like all the songs The bii-il sings in tlie mornin. I drinked it in an wnnted more, An she, 1 guess unthinkin, Wuz ticklsd l'.alf to death to see A tMrsty man a-drinkin; An let nu1 have il every tiay, t'ruin June clear to October, Teil I wuz drunk an orazy wild, An she Ihought I wuz sober. At last 1 up an told her straight Tliat 1 uz fairly dyin Fer love uv her, an, deru my boots, She just broke down a-cryin, An told me it wuz all in fun, That sh: wuz only ttirtin- An ef 1 live a hundred years The thing'U keep on hurtin. - W. J. Lamp ton. What Nat to Lose. Don't lose courage; spirit brave Carry with you to the grave. Don't lose time in vain distress; Work, not worry, brijigs suceess. Don't loso hope; who Iets her stray Goes forlornly all tlio way. Don't lose patience, come what wül; Fatience ofttimes outruns skill. Don't lose gladness; every hour Blooms for you somo happy flower. Though bo foiled your dtïfest plan, Don't loso faith in God and man. Tls Passing Strangc. A Chemical change to some seems strange, But 'tis not strangja to me, For it turns my thought to changes wroucht More wonderful to see. How does it chance that ignorance In homely Kirls may bu Converted in tho pretlier ones To swect rimpliolty? War. Brutal alike in deed and word, With callous lieart and hand of strife, IIow like a fieud may man be made, Plying the foul and monstrous trade Whose har%-est üeld is human lite, Whose sic'kle is the reeklng swordl