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We return, we return to more."
Come back. t cry, but cry I vain!
Lost yolithI retirnls no mo11re,
Ships that go sailing W'mr the maIinl,
These may come back to shome:
Rut Youth-6". dreams of lost <1elight! I
Is qu1ened Iin nature% e-ndls ih
Come back. cry, bit cry lin v in!
Lo04st yoith no answer yiolds.
The rose that last year g raced1 the plai
TIhis year may Muh the field<.
Rift Yutit h-O. st ia of Iife'A bright t rack!
Who ever watched it trailing back?
Comne back, I cry, hilt ery in vain!
Lost youth Io more rettrns,
Love, dying. spritngs to life againl
From out funeral urns
1iut Yout h-O. flame of Strong desire!
Who can re-light the ancient, fire?
The moon, in (uestloting, Is dmlb!
Siun, stars. are slileit. too!
Where'r at nature' shrine we come,
She whispers notialig niew.
'Ile world is old. the world is cold,
Swice lost Youth lies beneath the mold. 1
-W. E. Pabor. I
The Lord's Answer.
Something stayeI his fleet; there
was a fire in the grate within-for
the night was chilly-and it lit uip
the little parlor and brought out
in startling etlects the pictures on
the wall. But these were as noth
ing to the picture on the hearth.
TLhere, by the soft glow of the fire
light, knelt his little child at her
mother's feet, its small hands
claspe( in prayer, its fair head
bowed, and as its rosy lips uttered
each word with childish distinct
ness the father listened, spell-,
bound to the spot:
"Now I hay lle dlowi to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to kee'p;
If I shold die before I wake.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Sweet innocence. The man
himself, who stood there with
bearded lips shut tightly together,
had said that same prayer at his
mother's knee. Where was that
mother now? The sunset gates
ha( long ago unbarred to let her
pass through. But the child had
not finished; he heard her "God
bless mamma, papa andl my own
self"--then there was a pause, andl
she lifted her troubled blue eyes
to her mother's face.
"God bless papa," promnptedl the
"God bless papa," lisped the lit
"And please send him home so
her.'' lie could not hear the moth
er, as she said this, but the child
f'ollowed in a clear, inspired tone:
"God-bless papa-and please
--send him-home sober. A men."
Mother and child sprang to their
reet in alarm when the door open-i
ed so suddenly, but they were not
atfraid when they saw who it was,
returned so soon: but that night,
when little Mamie was being tuck
ed up in bed, after such a happy
romp with papa, she said, in the
sleepiest and most contented
"Mamma, God answered m
prayer quick, didn't He?"
--"Father," said a cobler's lad,
pegging away at an old shoe, "they
say that trout bite good now."
"Well, replied the old gentleman,
"you stick to your work, and they
WOn't. bite youl."
That Easy Chair.
A few evenings ago a furnitur,
ielivery wagon was driven ip iL
rront of a prominent Newport ntn
residence, and the driver, taking
tine large softly cushioned cas'
:-hair from it to the front doot
rang the bell. The mistress of th,
[)remises happening near, opener
"Are you Mrs. Stayup?" aske<
"I am," she responded.
"-Well, here's an easy cheer to
"An easy chair! Why, neve'r or
lered it from ainy one."
"No, but your husband did."
"He did? What ! I never tolt
din to get one! There must be j
nistake about it. What did h<
"Well, I. only heard him tell th4
)Oss that he often got home purt3
ate and that you always sot ul
or him without sleepin' any, anc
-ou had no easy c-hair, and h<
hought mebby if you had a righ
oft. easy one like this you'd go u<
leep in it., and he could slip ui
tairs and crawl in bed withou1
"Ah, that's his scheme, is it'
rell, you just ta ke th at chair righ
ack again, and when he conei
iome to night, if it's to-morrov
norning, I'll be there as usual, o1
ny same old chair, and I'll teacl
im how to injure my charactei
)fore the public." Then sh<
dammed the door.-Kentueki
-He was a Cincinnatti report
r, down South to feel the politica
)ulse of the people. When hi
-eaclhed Birmingham, Alabama, h4
tsked a policeman for the where
thouts of a free trader who woul(
)e apt to "pan out" on an inter
'iew. The offlcer walked hin
ihout a half a mile and turned hin
)ver to a second, and the secon(
)assed him to a third. The thir(
vas walking him to. the city lim
ts, when the reporter inquired:
"Does he live far from here?"
"Live? Why the man is dead!'
"Certainly;- I thought you want
~d to see the tree on which h<4
iung himself, lie got so lonesom<
tere that he even spoiled a goo<
set of harness t~o get a rope t<
:hoke hlimself with."
----Gilhooly strolled into a fash
onable Austin church last Sun
lay j ust before service began. Thi
'exton followed him up, and1 tap
pin him on the shoulder and point
ng to a small cur that had follow
Ad.him into the sacredl edifice said
"Dogs are not admitted."
"That's not my dog," responde<
"But he followed you.'
"Well, so did you."
The sexton growled, and remov
ed the animal without unnecessar
-A wit being asked by a seed
poet whether he had written any
thing he thought would live, r<
plied: "iBefo~re you trouble your
self on that score I advise you t
write something that will let yol
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