Readable Rhymes

There is a time whloh all men (ear, The season Is at hand ; When Disoontent llfts up its head To scan a grieving land. The leeman leaves you doublé welgh, And makes you heave a sigh To think how welcome 'twould hare beeB Some time in last July. The plumber grins and walts with glee The bursting water pipe ; The coal man grabs your pocket -Dook At one stupendous swipe. The ftend who haunts each office room Will see but to Ignore The slgn with letters big and bold, Whiohsays: "Please shut the door." The actor soos will walk the track And wlsh he had a sled. You catch a cold and git and wish That you were good and dead. - Merchant Traveler. Sons of the Ilusker. Hark ! tar in the field over yonder 'Tis the corn-husker merrily singa. Oh, why Is he happy I wonder, As the ears in the basket he flings! As he plucks the dry covers asunder, And reveáis the smooth gratn gleamlng undar As the ears in the basket he flings t "Ah, here is a plump one, and yellow, And here is another as fine, Anil thl i SJore fair thaa lts f ellow, And thls has a olor divine;" S hls volee by the dlstaace made mellow Has a musical cadenee and swell, oh ! A swell and a cadenee divine ! BUthe husker, cease not f rom your inging, Though my sadness Ï can not control j Whlle the ears you are carelessly flinging, I thlnk of the state of my soul - These words in my braln keep a-rlngïng: "What harvest to God am I brlnging Should Death tear the husk from my soujt" - George Horton, in Chicago Herald. 'I Guesg Dots So.ft Komme here, now, liddle Gretchen. And listen wonce a vhlle ; You flout me, cruel Maedchen, You vant a man of sdyle, In svallow-bullt coat and trousers trim, A recklar svell vill go ! "And I'm a goot long vays fom him"- Veil, I guess dot's so. You say I know no more als how To go in ven it rains ; Your sveet-herz must have wit, you vow, And so no end of pains Could vin your stubborn hand for me, Whose vorts so stumbling flow, I'm stupld as a man can be"- Veil, I guess dot's so. Q'vite rich, as veil, you vant your knlght, Tall houses, like a King, And eq'vipages sweeft and bright, And money 'vay to fling; Grand lackeys by the score to run, Nor ever weary grow- ' I couldn't give you even von"- Veil, I guess dot's so. Beauty, golt, a wit like sphynx- Ah, I have none of dese ; Yet lookey here, you roguish mini, You're only blaying tease. Your heart is mine, It tvlnkles out Blue eyes vit love aglow - And Gretchen whispers, with a pout: "Veil, I guess dot's so." -N. Y. Herald Wonderfol! A sclentlst old had oft been told Of strange monsters in the deep That came out from their homes in ocean caves To disport themselves in the saline waves, When landsmen wro sound asleep. In mermaids rare and wondrous fair, And serpents fathoms long, That oould wreek a ship with a blow of thell tail, Or churn the sea like a northeast gale, Hls f alth was far from strong. In full dress coat with a telesoope He boarded a dainty barque And turned its prow to the deepest main; "He's crazy," the landsmen cried, '"tis plain, Or he'd not sail out in the dark." "I know," said he, "and quite agree That for flshing 'tis rather late, But I flsh not as others, with rod and line- I scorn the use of both wood and twine, Though I take a bottle of balt." He plied the oar until far from shore, And the moon arose large and green; Then shipped his oars and took up hls glass, And eagerly peered in the deep, but alas 1 Not a single creature was seen. He happily thought of the bait he brought, And its virtue quickly tried, When up from the depths with many a twist Came mermaids, who at him their fingen kissed, And snakes galore beside. With bated breath, and still as death, He watched their antics rude, And if from his sight they'd float away, He would use more bait without delay, Though trembling at what he vlewed. When the morning gray chased the mist airay A boat came in on the tide, In the bottom limp and all in a heap Lay the scientist, wrapped in slumber deep; A bottle was by his side. The story he told till worn and old Of his visión terribly grim, But his friends who knew said he went to sea, Not for the seience, but a jamboree, And his yarn was flshy and thln. -E. R. Collins, in Texas Siftingï. Be Happy. Are you glad, in your heart, are you thankful For the blessings to-day hath givenT Do your thoughts arise with a glad surpris To the throne of grace in Heavenf Do you feel, can you weigh all the pleasura That has fallen around your llfei How much have you won at the setting aun Of that peace beyond the strifei Do you smile, arelyour spirits ascending, r When the day is dark and drear? Or do you forget ia your selflsh fit The many days that are fair? Do you weep, do you shrink from the future, With its burden of care and pain? Aiter weary night, with its darksome blight, Comes the bright, glad dawn again. Do you sigh when the shadows are deep'nlngt And the fair, happy day is donet Oh, well will it be on your llfe's broad sea Ií your course has been well run. rhen rejoice when your f ate smiles upon yon, And beneath the shadows of woe Forget not the joy with the dark alloy, For 'tis sure to come- and go. -Ella J. H. Selltngham, in Troy Times, In Autumn Dayg. Night brings with her a brooding chili, As hastening o'er the eastern hill She sof tly comes to Chase away The tiresome tumult of the day. To sleep you sink- oh, blissful rest, Of all our earthly pleasures best 1 When Earth, wi'h sable curtains drawn, Admits graybearded, halting Dawn, 'Tis then that from your bed you risö And stand and shiver in surprise To flnd that by some means unknown The atmosphere has colder grown. You strike a flickering, blinding light, Then seek the closet - useless quite; The mattress then you raise on high And drop again, with weary sigh You hurry through the house, but come Back to your chamber, cold and glum. You don your clothes against your will, Compelled by the lnoreasing chili. The question still returns, unbld, Where are those extra covers hid?