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g4- ^i', &'&! CRY THAT WON THEM CAPT. LYSAGHT KNEW COMMANDED. Not Pleased at the idea of Fighting Fellow Countryman, the Emmett Guard Were There as One Man to Face the British Lion. A little party were discussing one day last week the Emmet anniversary. The conversation led one of them to relate the following reminiscence "The first military organization I ever belonged to was the Emmet Guards," he said. It should be ex plained that he came from another state than New York. "Every mem ber was a jtalwart in physfrmeand we. wereall young men. "Our captain was* Dan Lysaght, a merchant of our town, who was one of the most popular fellows you ever saw. He was a patriot true, believe me, and he came very near believing in his soul that when Ireland was freed the Emmet Guards would be largely responsible for that blessed event. "We were the crack organization of the town and we always turned out, no matter what the occasion. We had just got our new uniforms and accoutrements when the civil war broke out in this country. "We were a part of the State Guard, and our state was strongly Southern and the governor was a Se cesh, we went into camp with the other militia of our town and country when the governor ordered us so to do. "Things were getting pretty hot, I can tell you, and the word was passed round that we would soon be called upon to take the oath of allegiance to the C. S. A. and to join Pa Price as the general of the Confederate forces was called. He was then marching on Lex ington, where our countryman, Col. Mulligan, made his first gallant stand for the Union. "It was pretty hard, boys, for the Emmet Guards to think of going against Col. Mulligan, and the situa tion was discussed at our campfires. Naturally, there was a suspicion in camp that the Emmet Guards were not sound for Secesh, and the Colonel in command put up a job to test the Guards' mettle. Capt. Lysaght, of course, did not know it was a job. "In the middle of the night the word was passed around that the enemy was upon us. When a courier aroused Capt. Lysaght he tumbled into his uni- shaking the flap of cne tent, called out bravely: 'Fall in, fall in, Emmet Guards! We are attacked!' "Would you believe me, not a man fell in! Capt. Lycaght was enraged. He was as sensitive as he was plucky, and the idea that the Emmet Guards would not turn out to repel an at tack made him furious and white at the same time. '"My God, men!' he said, 'what is the matter of yer "And still the Emmet Guards re mained docile, ou might say. Then Capt. Lysaght used a bit of strategy. Passing along the line of tents he call ed out: "'Emmet Guards, awake and fall in! Fall in, for the British lion is loose amongst ye!" "Ah, as Byron said sound that broke up Brussels by night, 'then and there was hurrying to and fro.' Every Emmet Guard fell in and stood well to be led on. The colonel commanding heard of us, and then the word was passed that it was a false alarm, and the Em net Guards went back to their bunks." "Did you join Price in the fight on Mulligan?" asked one. "Some of us joined Price, but not xintil after Mulligan had surrendered. The Emmet Guards would never have lought Mulligan, depend upon that. But the Guards were sworn to turn out on the British lion at all hours, and it was that oath which established our reputation as warriors in the old Secesh camp."New York Sun. Quit Kicking. Quit kicking just because you think The old world's going wrong There's always something somewhere Of happiness and song. Besides, you never made the world L.ife's scheme is not your own Quit kicking take what happens, and Just reap what you have-sown. Quit kicking. When the play is bad Remember what you've lost Some other fellow gained, and so. In summing up the cost, We find that in the end we know What other men have known Results? We take them as they come We reap what we have sown. Quit kicking, man. The world's not bad At least, it could be worse. We live and dream that's worth the while. We ponder themes and verse We sing and love we hate and feel: We laugh sometimes we weepr So all the. pulsing passions are i Compassed in the sweep. Of what we are and what we feel Quit kicking, man! The blame, If, in this whirligig of chance And then, you lose the game. Is with the man who whiles his ljfe Complainingly away, Just laugh, old uian just dream, and love Just liveand live to-day. New Orleans Times-Democrat Appreciated Their Friends. At Minneapolis, Kan., the other day Mr. and Mrs. J. F^ Sperry celebrated their golden, wedding or, rather, the friends and relatives of the old couple gave them a surprise party in com memoration of that anniversary. Among the guests was Mrs. Irons, a professional lecturer, and she was tchosen to deliver an address of con gratulation. This she did in the high est style of the art, fairly making the air hum with sentiment and elo quence. After she had finished Father Sperry rose to reply "Well," he said, "me and mother are proud of all of ye."Kansas City (Mjo.) Journal. kX* \J- i -w-.**.- 7?heaT.eome*:dryness, aJw&y^Jata&HfcO' form ^and went to -every tent, aWT of the heavy the revelry in Now, But What Future? At the recent launching in Phila delphia of the armored cruiser Penn sylvania, John D. Long, the former sec retary of the navy, told an amusing yarn about a sailor. "I used to know," he said, "In my boyhood in Maine a sailor of a relig ious tiast of mind. This sailor and a magistrate once took me fishing. "I had good luok and so had the sailor, but the magistrate's luck was very jjoor. Ho didn't get a nibble. Dur ing, the time I hauled in eight fish and the sailor seventeen, the magistrate's cork never so much as bobbed. He sat on the bank with nothing to say, smok ing moodily. "3a4dfinly hehj6gked-a. tremendous fisha five-pounder at least. Just as he was about to land this fish his line broke and it got away. "He dashed down his pipe, and for several minutes he swore dreadfully. The sailor took him t'q task. 'You ought to be ashamed,' he said, 'magistrate like you, one that's sup posed to set an example, cursing and swearing like a street rowdybefore this here boy, too. You, a magistrate!' 'Oh, it ain't as a magistrate that I'm swearing. It's as a fisherman,' says the other. "'That's all right about that now,' said the sailor, 'but in the hereafter, when the devil takes the fisherman, what will become of the magistrate?'" THE FALL OF THE LEAF. How Thoroughly Nature Prepares for Her Off Season. Dr. Andrew Wilson writes in the Illustrated London News: "The story of the fall of the leaf is an interesting one. It teaches us how nature pre pares for her off season, in one re spect at least. The vitality of the leaf is lessened. Its sap no longer suffices for its nourishment, and even if the vital fluid were supplied to the leaf its cells, worn out, are no longer capable of utilizing the nourishment afforded. Then comes a time when nutri tion fails. It is not demanded and na ture cuts off the supply. Changes now ensue in the structore of the leaf. We -find a layer of corky substance formed between the leaf-stalk and the branch. Cork is always in plants, a tissue of low vitality when it is fully formed it represents practically a dead substance. This layer, therefore, serves as the boundary line between that which is living in the plant and that which is dead or dying in the leaf. an lissues he corky layer shows a line of demarcation which rapidly becomes more and more distinct and finally the breath of the autumn winds causes the separation to be complet ed and the dead leaf falls to the ground." The Amber Industry. The other day it was reported from Prussia that, though the amber indus try had been dull of late, the trade in imitation amber had been highly sat isfactory. It now seems, smokers will be interested to know, that even the briar root pipe is net what it is sup po5 tojbe, bij|r .root of com 4iSree TB the root' of the large" grow ing heath. Briar in this connection is said to be a corruption of 'bruy ere" (heath). $ The briar root industry has had a somewhat curious history. First be gun in the Pyrenees some fifty years ago, it traveled along the French Ri viera and the Ligurian coast (taking Corsica by the way)*, and reached Cal abria in the south. By the very na* turc of the business, when a certain district has'been exhausted of all its roots, the industry must come to an end there. The Italian branch is.not expected to survive more than ten years. ''"2 w- An Early to Bed City. In Vienna every man's .heme is practically his prison from 10 o'clock at night until 6 in the morning. The Austrian capital is a city of flats, and at 10 o'clock each night the entrance door of each block is locked. Any one passing in or out after that time must pay the concierge a fine,the amount of which is twopence up till midnight and fourpence from then till 6 in the, morning. Going out to post a. letter after 10 clock entails the payment,of two fees, one for being let out and another for being let in, while prolonging a visit to a friend's after 10 o'clock would also involve two nnes, the first cnat one might quit me friend's house and the second that one might enter one's own. Tne re sult of this,irritating tax is that Vienna is the. earliest to-bed capital in Europe. Unappeased. Little Qprina had in her extreme youth been passionately fond of dolls, albeit a trifle destructive of them. There Came a day, a "strange, sad day," when sawdust and false hair no longer fascinated her. She demanded a real baby. ,Her parents protested thac the realization of her demand would involve them iij. financial ruin. "I don't believe real babies are so ex pensive as you think they are!" ex claimed Corina. "I see every day just lots and lots of ever so poor people with them." Heaven. If heaven lacks the face I know The cheerful voice witfl music in it The willing hands, the' heart most true That made me happy every minute The welcome When my work WAS done The tender kiss we knew at parang The merry laiigh, the harmless fun The "make-believing" and sweetheart ing* If heaven, lacks a little home Presided o'er by a woman, Who'll cheer me when I cease to roam Who jean my presence ever summon If heaven lacks the winning smile That left me ever willing debtor If joys can ne'er my soul oegiiltil^^ A fig for it! Tver knqwn a Better! Pittsburg i tfe" /#Dispatch, -.Jfc,.. ^JI Mm Have you begun to make Christmas presents? If not you are a little late, even now, for the hew Christmas gifts take time^ If they do not take-money. If you are going to give a Christ mas present, modern, yet without price, you can take and make a nice little bag, using silkoline. It will make up nicely, and on the outside you can embroider a monogram and can pep-, per the bag with French knots. It is for fancy work. And, if you so desire, you can work the words "Fancy Work" upon the reverse of the bag. Your gift will be pretty, acceptable and cheap. But if you want to put a little more time and a little more money into it you can get up something a great deal nicer. Suppose you make a parsee bag. It should be eight inches across and twelve inches long. The parsee bag is to hold fancy work and must be large enough-for a big piece of em broidery. This bag is unlined and its founda tion is a piece of satin. You can use cioth if you prefer and for this a sort of shiny faced ladies' cloth is good. Let it be thin and have it of an orien tal color. Good oriental tones are dull brown, about the shade of strong coffee, deep red, the color called watermelon pink, a ripe green and a purple that is too Vivid for western ideas of beauty. Your groundwork does not matter so 'much, for you are g8ing to work your bag almost entirely over with fancy stitches and the background will dis appear. Remember that your parsee bag is to he unlined and that therefore its re verse side must be done neatly, no long stitches and no mixed up threads. And little crocheted wheels, made by crocheting a,fancy stitch over little cur tain pole rings, are applied to the bag so as to form a pattern. And so you keep on, working and designing, and working,. until your bag is covered with handiwork. Run a stout cord- ,^f* WB'*MzsM*- not a ribbonthrough the top and you have a handsome Christmas pres-, ent. The new art collars and cuffs are well worth a place in th Christmas worker's work basket They are made out of canvas, or denim, scrim or coarse linen. The coarser the ma terial the better the result. And they are cut in the shape of a wide turn over band for the neck. And there are wide turnover cuffs for the wrists. After the linen, or canvas, scrim, or whatever other heavy white material is employed has been cut into collar and cuff shapes the hand of the work er takes hold. The collar and cuffs can be drawn with openwork, if de sired. But if openwork is too diffi cult or too trying to the eyes there are other ways of managing. One lovely pair of Christmas cuffs is made of heavy plaint white linen, deep and beautitul in texture. Around the edge of the cuffs is wrought a deep border in the shape of an embroidered scallop, with a design below. This is done in a gaudy red, the brightest pos sible tone being chosen. The same is done for the collar. A heavy white canvas turnover col lar was embroidered with a band of china blue embroidery at least three inches deep, and the embroidery*'was of the coarse kind, with, long running stitches. The collar was a beauty and now lies in a sachet casket, to come out perfumed on the day of Christmas giving." 7. Tho embroidered or drawn stock, the decorated pair of linen cuffs, and the hand made belt are all numbered high in the list of popular Christmas gifts. A Christmas art set makes a nice Christmas gift. The art set consists of a white canvas belt with harness r... .i Defective Page buckle. The belt Is an inch wide and of the wooden sort, with the^ sides .s I~J J_ ofitnh H00 ,Th3 i worked in cross stitch design same plan is carried .out for the colJn and cuffs. The whole set, la!-* pretty blue paper DOT aame of the owner letter**:! e outside, makes a delightfully personal Christ mas present. The latest acquisition to the family of Christmas table covers consists of a strip of heavy stuff about a foot wide. This is trimmed at each end with a crocheted edge, done in colored twine. Twine, by the way, will be largely used in Christmas decoration. It makes a nice border, instead of fringe, and can be worked with & crochet hook and sewed on the material. Again, twine is used for the making of small wheels. These are done in dif ferent sizes, from the size of a dime to the size of a trade dollar. The wheels are applied to the table cover, the chair backs, and, the spreads of all kinds, and nice ornair'ents they make. .-The heavy sacs gs*,/the -coarse the sqpud greeting of the day. linens that cost little, the great, heavy weave of canvases, such as are used for chair coverings and for chair 3hrouds in the summer time, all make gopd and up to date art table spreads. Let them* be cut about two yards long and narrow for the length, and then, with facile needle, let the woman who is getting ready for unristmas go to work upon them. The new art table covers are all re markable for the fact that their back ground is almost completely covered with handiwork. There are all sorts of strange figures, cut out of the goods and applied to the covers and there are strange veinings and strang er stitches used to horn them in place. The beauty of this kind of work, from the standpoint of the worker, is that it is not critical work. Any kind er stitches used to hold them in place, chance to study any one of the designs critically. All are mixed in with the general scheme, which is that of com pletely covering the background. There is less of the actual patch work done this year than ever before. The crazy quilt designs have largely gone-out, but bits of silk are placed together to make new art covers of a different kind. A large "block" is made and'pieces are sewed on the outside until the "block" has reached the right This is the up tb date nouveau art cover, or spread, or chair oack. The making of a scrap box is one of the things which the girl who is mak ing Christmas presents must not for get. Ttie scrap box has taken the place of the scrap basket, and a worthy substitute It is. To make ajserap box you take heavy pieces of pasteboard about four inches wide and gradually widening toward the top. They can be. about twelve These four pieces of pasteboard are laced together at the sides, so that when laced they form a perfect box. The botom is glued in by using heavy strips of brown paper on the inside. Or the bottom can be laced in. The outside is now decorated with water color sketches or a little rough art work in the way of the application oi pretty pictures. iBut there are more artistic scrap boxes, and these require the assistance of a capable carpenter. The material is thin wood which is beautiful white in color, or it can be dark if you prefer the deeped woods. Any color will do. The side."1, wliich are about four inches by ten inches, are cut out by the car penter.' and gradually sloped toward the top, so that the scrap box will be wider at the top than at the bottom. -9he carpenter now bores holes in the wooden pieces. And, finally, they are laced together with stout leather strips, which are as tough as strips can be, They are laced J&om the bot tom to theTop*and tied in a stout little knot. The bottom is done in the same way. Any boy could make sucn a box, and if he is artistic or has an artistic mm^^S^'jj^fyo T^*^\3 fy$fc~?c mmmmmtmmmtmmmvm^ nCKBAG nwcear sister, the box can be decorated with poker work or with burnt work of any sort. Those who have electric light can purchase a pointed implement and do some nice burnt work. The particular virtues of a scrap box i. 1.1*-3(1-together and. the bottom laced ._ is that it can always be taken apart and cleaned, and that it can hevei wear out. All Christmas gifts must have the new art touch. Last year's Christinas vpresents are away out of date and they show at once that they are nOI all that they should be. The nouveau art fad has struck the realm of Gt. Nick, and the domestic woman with the talented needle must learn all the tricks of the nouveau art school. Har nessing her needle with a brighl thread, she must work birds and ani mals and all sorts of strange flying things. And over all and through all she must put the touches of'oriental ism in the shape of bright colors and their combinations. If she will do this, and will begin early enough, hr Christmas gifts, in stead of going forth with an apologj for their existence, will be sent wit* S-.0 :,*-&. WHY HE QUIT THE CHU'RCH. Senator Hoar's Barber Relates a Story of Fortune's Changing Favor. Senator Hoar of Massachusetts, al ways cleanly shaven and usually fas tidious in his choice of a barber, tells this story of the colored gentleman who was accustomed to remove the surplus hair from his face when he visited Boston. 'Jhe knight of the razor was named Dickson. One morn ing the senator opened a conversation by saying: "I believe you are a mem ber of the African church in street?" "No, sah not at all, sah," was the reply made with much dig nity. "Ah, I thought you were when I was here last." "But not this yeah, sah." "Ah, have you resigned?" "Wal, sah, it was dis way: I jined dat church in good faith and de fust yeah I give ten dollahs to'ds the stated gospel, and all de church people calls me 'Brudder Dickson.' De second yeah ma biziness fell off, en I give five dol lahs en all de church people dey call me 'Mister Dickson.' Do dis razzer hunt yo', sah?" "Not at all it is very easy." "Thank yo' sah well, de ^b^-^e^h.I fgel .so^ghly^di^^djOjg^.ing glver nufiam'raii fur preachih'r en all de church people day pass me by en say 'dat ole nigger Dickson.' After dat I suit 'em." Couldn't Stump "Unc!e Billy." Col. Evan P. Howell, mayor of At lanta, Ga., tells a story of one "Uncle Billy," the autocrat and know-all of the country settlement in which he lived. Uncle Billy had to live up to the reputation of never having been stumped by a question. One day at the country store, where Uncle Billy and his clan were wont to gather, the question was sprung as to the meaning of "eleemosynary," the word being encountered in a newspa per one of the men was reading. Uncle Billy was finally appealed to. The old man took the paper, scrutin ized the word, reflected a full minute, and then said., with his usual senten tiousness, "Waal, boys, I can't say ad zackly what this word means, but it's some part of the innards of a hog." New York Times. What Webster Did With Money. Secretary Root, on the day he sailed for* England to act as a member of the Alaska boundary commission, told an interesting story of Daniel Webster's boyhood. "Little 'Dan' and his younger brother," said Mr. Root, "had each been given some money. They start ed1 out gleefully, and it was evening before they got back home. "Well, Dan,' said the senior Web ster, 'what did you do with your money?' 'Spent it,* the boy answered stur dily. "'And how about you? What did you do with your money?' the father asked the younger brother. "'I lent it to Dan/ was the reply." The Oldest Mummy. The oldest mummy yet discovered, a unique relic now in the British Muse um, Is the body of a man about 5 feet 9 inches in height. A bit of hair yet remaining suggests that its original color was fair, the hands and feet are small and the intellectual formation of the head indicates that the man was of a superior race. It is believed that he represents the original inhabi tants of Egypt, who were conquered by Asiatic inyaders and subsequently intermingled with the conquerors to form the race known as Egyptians. The oval grave in sandstone rock was covered with large slabs of stone and surrounded by flints and earthenware pottery. My Enemy. 1 lift my hat to my enemy The frank, ontspoken foe, Who surely is against me And heartily -wishes my woe. I salute him with profound respect. And nonor his disdain, For he fights In the open And makes his position plain. I know that he will never show In any little way Consideration or remorse He's In the fight to stay And yet, I salute my enemy. To him I lift my hat, For he fights in the open. And valiantly at that. My enemy I can respect, For^he is straight and white, He hates me most sincerely, With spirit and with might. And so salute my enemy. And don! my hat to him, Who nobly fights in the open And does It with a vim. vS MINNESOTA HISTORICAL ^i_ iSpjlE APPEA S1ADILY 6A1S 4It is the organ of ALL Afro-Americans. 5It is not controlled by any ring or clique 6It asks no support but the people's. MONTH. November Is Held Sacred to the God of'-L.ove., r.i In.Holland November is held sacred to courtship. The four Sundays of November are observed as fete days in Holland. They are known by the curious namesreview decision, pur chase and possession and all refer to matrimonial affairs. November in Hol land being the month par excellence devoted to courtship and marriage, probably because agricultural occupa tions of the year are over, and pos sibly because the lords of creation from remote antiquity have recognized the pleasantness of having wives to cook and cater for them during the long winter. On review Sunday every body goes to church, and after service there is a church parade in every vil lage, when the youths and maidens gaze upon each other, but forbear to speak. On decision Sunday, each bachelor who is seeking a wife approaches the maiden of his choice with a ceremon ious bow,, and, from her manner of re sponding, judges whether his advances are acceptable. On purchase Sunday the consent of the parents is sought if the suit has prospered during the week. Not until possession Sunday, however, do the twain appear before the world as actual or prespective brides and grooms. BRILLIANT IDEA OP SCOTCHMAN. ssm $*. ^-m$%mm$m$^m $2.40 PEE YEAR. MADE USE OF MICE THRIFTY Dumfermline Man Had Scheme by Which Household Pets Could Be Made to Furnish Motive Power to Run His Thread Mill. Thrift is generally acknowledged to be one of the leading characteristics of the native of Fifeshire, and it never was more forcibly exemplified than in the person of David Hutton, a native of Dumfermline, who actually proved that even mice, those acknowledged pests of mankind, could be made not only to earn their own living,'but also to yield a respectable income to their owners. About thelj-ear 1820 this gentleman actually erected a small mill at Dum fermline for the manufacture of thread a mill worked entirely by mice. It was while visiting Perth prison in 1812 that Mr. Hutton first conceived this remarkable idea of utilizing mouse power. In an old pamphlet of the time, "The Curiosity Coffee Room," he gave an account of the way in which the idea dawned on him. '.'In the summer of the year 1812," he wrote, "I had occasion to be in Perth, and when inspecting the toys and trinkets that were manufactured by the French prisoners in the depot there my attention was involuntarily attracted by a little toy house, with a wheel in the gable of it that was run ning rapidly round, impelled by the insignificant gravity of a common house mouse. For one shilling I pur chased house, mouse and wheel. In closing it in a handkerchief, on my journey homeward I was compelled to contemplate its favoriate amusement. But how to apply half-ounce power (which is the weight of a mouse) to a useful purpose was the difficulty.* At length the manufacturing of sewing thread seemed the most practicable." Mi*. Hutton had one mouse that ran the amazing distance of eighteen miles a day, but he proved that an ordinary mouse could run ten and one-half miles on an average. A halfpenny's worth of oatmeal was sufficient for its support for thirty-five days, during which it ran 736 miles. He had ac tually two mice constantly employed in the making of sewing thread for more than a year. The mouse thread mill was so constructed that the com mon house mouse was enabled to make atonement to society for past offenses by twisting, twining and reel from 100 to 120.threads a day, ^Mftairgfrot^x^ task, the little pedestrian had to run ten and one-half miles and this jour ney it performed with ease every day. A halfpenny's worth of oatmeal served one of these thread mill culprits for the long period of five weeks. In that time :t made 3,350 threads of twenty five inches, and as a penny was paid to women for every hank made in the ordinary way, the mouse, at that rate, earned ninepence 'every six weeks, just one farthing a day, or seven shill ings and sixpence a year. Taking sixpece off for board, and al lowing one shilling for machinery, there was a clear yearly profit from each mouse of six shillings. Mr. Hut ton firmly intended to apply for the loan of the empty cathedral in Dun fermline, which would have held, he calculated, 10,000 mouse mills, suffi cient room5 being left for keepers and some hundreds of spectators. Death, however, oveitook the inventor before' this marvelous project could be car ried out.Edinburgh Scotsman. HARD ON THE CLERK. But the Merchant Had to Try to Save a Customer. A merchant having a lady customer whose account did not appear satis factory, recently instructed his clerk to write for payment. To this re quest the customer sent a polite note saying that some money would be *ent. A fortnight, meantime, elapsed, during which the bill crept up a few more dollars,-and, no money coming: to hand, another letter was forward ed, threatening extreme measures un less the iaccount were promptly set tled. The lady, however, having re ceived some money, immediately sent the amount required, together with a-. curt intimation that she intended to close the account. "Now, what shall we do, father?" said the daughter, who was clerk, private secretary, cashier, etc. "That's another customer lost." "Do?" replied the old man prompt ly. "Why, write to her at once, and say that the thick-headed clerk wrote to the wrong customer, an# that he's discharged for such disgraceful care lessness." Ways of Long Ago. Last night I dreamed I was awake Then, waking up, I dreamed. My mind just went without a break To where the waters %Ieamed And dimpled down beside the road. I saw the willows trail Along the stream, just like I knowed. I saw the teeter-tail, And heard the bluejay call, and call, And saw the eddies swing In curves below the waterfall, An' heard the robins sing. And I was just a boy, and walked The ways o' long ago. The catbird came again and' mocked Just like I use! to know. And in the orchard loaded down The heavy branches swung. And in its coat of sober brown The thrush its matins sung. And breezes moved the ripening grafffl In billows to and fro, And I was just a boy again In ways of long ago. Oh, welcome dreams that take us back To childhood's happy days! Along some well-remembered track In pleasant woodland ways! Oh, welcome song of orioles And thrush's matins clear That bring us back the orchard knoll*\, And days of yesteryear, Till we can hear the lullabies ','.',,rv And feel the rhythmic swing /^3*l'i^* That used to lull our tired eyes When mother -used to sing. J. M. Lewis in Housteni Posfc &: ^*'^*EAte.fii%&i %i1 k. 86P