THE THOUGHTLESS MAN. TH HERE came to my window, A sweet little robin; She came there to sing; Than ever I heard She raised her light wings And be happy with me.” But just as she finished THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTY. HERE is beauty in the forest THE Where the trees are green and fair, There is beauty in the meadow Where wild flowers scent the air; I'LL NEVER USE TOBACCO. "LL never use tobacco, no, I'LL It is a filthy weed; I'll never put it in my mouth," Said little Robert Reid. "Why, there was idle Jerry Jones, As dirty as a pig, Who smoked when only ten years old, "He'd puff along the open street, He'd sit beside the tavern door, "He spent his time, and money too, She feared a worthless man would come From such a worthless lad. 46 "Oh no, I'll never smoke nor chew; 'T is very wrong, indeed; It hurts the health, it makes bad breath," Said little Robert Reid. MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM. THE Boat assailed; HE curling waves with awful roar And pallid fear's distracting power Save one, the captain's darling child, "Why sport'st thou thus," a seamen cried, "While terrors overwhelm?" "Why should I fear?" the boy replied, "My father's at the helm!" So when our worldly all is reft, We still have one true anchor left, Then turn to Him, 'mid sorrows wild, FREEDOM. S true Freedom but to break Is true for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget They are slaves who fear to speak They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; EXAGGERATION. [Two girls seated.] USAN. Oh, sister, I am tired to death! ST mean? Mary. Tired to death! Why, Susan, what do you Susan. I am almost tired to death, then, if that will suit you any better. Mary. I think that is wrong, too; it is not true, and we ought always to speak the truth. Susan. Well, at any rate, I could not walk another step, -no, not for the world. Mary. Why, yes, you could and would, sister. Susan. No, I am sure I would not; nothing could tempt me to. Mary. I am very sorry for that, for I am going down to the Museum, and I was going to ask you to go with me. Susan. [Hastily rising.] What, to the Museum! O, do let me go. I should delight to go. Mary. But how can you, if you are tired almost to death? You say nothing could tempt you to go as far as the school, and yet the Museum is much further. Susan. O, I am quite rested now, dear sister; and I would not miss of going, for the world. Mary. I will let you go with me, if you will be more careful of your speaking hereafter. In one minute you say you are almost dead, and that you cannot possibly walk, and the next minute you say you can walk well enough. Is not such a manner of talking all wrong? Is it not wicked? We should say only what we mean, and that should be truthful. Susan. You are right, dear sister; and, if you will let me go with you this time, I will promise to be more careful of my speech, hereafter. Mary. I surely hope you will; and now, if you will get ready, we will go. "LOOK NOT UPON THE WINE." L OOK not upon the wine when it Is red within the cup! Stay not for pleasure when she fills Her tempting beaker up! Though clear its depths, and rich its glow, A spell of madness lurks below. They say 't is pleasant on the lip, They say it stirs the sluggish blocd, Ay, but within its glowing deeps, A stinging serpent, unseen, sleeps. Its rosy lights will turn to fire, Then dash the brimming cup aside, Let not its curse be thine. 'T is red and rich, but grief and woe |