Gems In Verse

Therec toali, recall, Stei We watob th glow pnnsion's Ufe decline. we ir y To fan the llame, wlth zealous Ueart and cye; Wr will uut yot belleve the snrest sign; The day love doubts, it tbon die; Thoiiiih chllled with cliaoite our neartswilJ not divine. And jet it palos atrl dimmer crrows: the frost That Beara the floweri lera cruel seema to mo Thanslowi bllght In mmmer. We Who would hnveglveu ti o pild, or any oost, For love's suoet pnssloo once, look back and Ita bloom and fragrance are forever lost. - Enuna l'iayter Seabury. Charlle'i Men. The sky wu gray and the gran was green, When the Roimiu I'rinco in our glen was soea; The (traas was green and the aky was gray, When on ola hone lio rode away; hm he rode luvay wiih a score and ten Who were blltbe to go witu Charlie's Men. Oh, loath was I from my lovo to part- Hamish the tn]l wlth the stoadfast heart- But the Prince kissed lightly niy choek and brow. And "Lend me." he sull. "your sweetheart now. And when we return victr.rious, then Yoti shall wed the hravert of Charlie's Men." I watched tbetn iprlnRlng down the brac, For they took tho short and the dangerons way; I saw their spears gleam far and bfight Till the tir treei liiil thm from my light, Till faint and sniall as the chirp of a wren Were the plpea that played for Charlie's Men. The sky was blue. green was the grass, When joyful word caine lip the pass; The erass wal green, the sky was blue, And dark browed Maloolra'a dream was trael Although tho foe one weie ten The lik'ht was non by Cbarlle'i -Men! But other tales we had to mark As tíraos gT6W pray. and skies were dark. And tho straih was Olled wltb tear and sigh For sires and sous who had marched to die; And QamUh, my own, thi pride or the glen, Lay dead on the Beid witli C'harüe's Men. I migut bo biind, for I never ?eo But spearheads gllntin bonnlllle; I might be deaf, for I only hear The pibroch ringing shrill and clear; Anilby moor and meadow, on brae and ben, My thoughts are thoughts of Cbarlie's Men. - Ninamo Christie. Contrarie. Tho truest pleasures always come through pain. The jester ofttimcs heaves the saddest sighs; The Ups of t smile while tears bedlm tho eye; Tho brightest sunshine folloWB close the rain; The rioheat gonis are hardest to obtain; The purest penrls lie hid in deepest waves: The jewel lüerty's most prizetl by Blavesí The shalloweBt mind is ever the most vain. Onr hopes are fulfilled through other's tears; Our LtiSsea ofttlmes bring otbers t'aiu, Aml 1'rirntKhip's hut a passing breath. Thus runs the world throughout the gilding yean; Most clouds are sllver lined. vet man is fain To seek for immortal lif; 1 hronfjh death. - Iioston Transcript. ir Motlicr Woald Listen. If motbcr would listen to me, dears, She would freshen t liar, r&ded gown, Slie would aometlmei take an hour's rcst. And Bometlmes a trip to town. And it shouldn't be all for tbe cbildren, The fun and the cbeer and the play; Wltb tbe patteni droop on the tirad mouth. And tbe "Motber bas bad her day." True, niother has bad her day, dears, When you were her babies three. And sbe stepped about tbe farm and the house, As busy as a bee. Whensho rockeil you all to sleep, dears. And seut yoti all to school. And wore herself out and did without. And lived by the Golden Hule. And so )-our turn has come, dears, 11t bair is growing white; And her eycs are gaining the faraway look That peers beyoud tbe night. One of these days, in tbc morning, Mother will not be here. Sbe will fade away into silence- The inothcr so true and dt-ar. Tben wbat will you do in the daylight. And what lo the Kloaiiihi. dim? And father, ttred and louesome tben, I'ra'. whsA v 11 you do for himV If you want to keep your mother, You must makü her rest tfíday: Mibt tjive her a share in the frolic. And draw her iuto the play. And if inothcr would listen to me, dears, Slie'd buy her a gown of silk, With buttons of royal velvet. And ruílleb as white as niilk. And sbe'd let you do the trotting, "While she sat st 11 in her chair. Tbat motber should have it hard all through, It strikes me isu't fair. - Margaret E. Sangster. An Angel Here. A raggcd urchiu played along the street. And slipped and feil upou the icy way. A fair browed girl trtpped liy with nimhle feet, But sudden stopped beside the boy, who lay Half crylng with bli pain. In Bweeteet tone And eyes brimiul of tender human love, Shesaid. "Aud did you hurt you muchl" A groan Died on hia lips. An angel from above Could not have grander seemed than she to blm. Heopeuedwide bla great. brown, homeles fïc-, Thus to be sure oue of the Beraphim ll;ul not come down to earthiu sweet 1 guist!. She went her wav, forgetting that shc smiled. Glad to bave taid a word of hope and chuer. Not so the visión to lbo bumble chlld- Thai vi)i ■ uid facewould livethroughiuany a year. And then in boya who gather round the lad, HeaaJd, with face aglow with sympathy Aud bearl (bat 'neatli lii rasKed garb was glad, "I'1 fali ML'iiin to have her speak to me!" Oh, precióos human voice, with power untold! Oh, préciouB human love t mortals givun! A word or smtle are i Icher t;ifis than gold- Better be angels here thao walt for heaven. -Sarah K. BoltOQ. The Sunny Slde. Life holda nn woe for me. 1 know f uil well, However e il things may Beem !■■ mv loday. Borne future Joy la certain !o dUpel The cloid tliat h.wi-r darkly o'er my way. And I have noted that one taste of bliss, E'en thuugli 'tis but a taste, hath joyous meed To compénsale for all that goes amis-. On which a bou! in sorrow long may feed. Ko night eer was whoee darkneoa did not fade, No storm e'er ragod whose course was not soon run. And ro my soul, by trouhlcs undismayed, Doth simply wait the coming of the sun. -John Kendrick Bangs. An Exception, SVl.in inni poaieH one secret or one creed, Or love one land or atrnggle for one need, They draw togetber brotherly and human; They ocly üy apart who love one woman. -John BoyleO'Reilly. A tiirin place - The bar-room.