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IF WE HAD BUT A DAY.
We should till the hour with sweetest
If we had but a day;
W4 should, drink alone at the pureat
In our upward way;
Wtshould love w1ih lifetime's loye In
*a bour, "
4 honbts were few;
We sholO ^ not tpr 4resms, but for
To be and to do.
We should guide our wayward or
Uy the elarest light;
We shoultk'keep our eyes on the heav
If they Iay ,i ight;
We should trample the pride and the
Beneath our feet;
We should take whatever a good God
With a trust complete.
We should waste no monents in weak
If the days were but one
It what we remembered and we re
Went out with the sun;
We should be from our clamorous
selves so free
To worko r to play,
And be what our IFather would have
- us be,
If Wete ad but a day.
ANPRAL LOVE AFFAIR.
11oW THE ARKANsAS YOUNG MAN
WINS THE GIRL OF HIS CHOICE.
The love affair between the ru
ral Arkansas boy and the girl of
his ohoice is pathetic. The young
lady has no "parlur" where she
can receive the young man, and
where, safe fromn intrusion, make
him feel the power of her smile.
The old folks stay in the room,
and between the inquiries made by
the old man concerning the condi
tion of the crops, and the solici
tude of the old lady with so many
matters of poultry and household
econoiny,. there is very, little left
for the girl to say. Soam esm, by
studied arrangement, she mpnages
to place her chair 'near thb young
main. Then they occasiO*Ull
turn stnd regard each . other with
looks of deepest affectiop. 0Som6e.
times the girl catches up a.string
and waves it coquettishly at the
young man. He grabs at it, an
'You'd better quit that, ur he,
'No, I won't,' ehe replies, 'agi'
you kain't make me.'
'Don't you fool yourself, ur he,
'Have yer run aroun' yer co'n
yit?' asks the old,.man, who, al
though his tarly experience was
*ery much like that of the young
man, seems not to understand the
'Sided it one way,' replies the
'Cut-worms putty bad?'
Then the old lady looks up and
'Did your mother's last settin'
9' goose eggs hatch?'
'I don't noaime.'
'Iloed tbat, A
aoia# '89hadenwsinr' omi
their not hatohin.' A goose is
sl4 a Plag4etaoed thiug ter -set
when yer want 'em ter, an' -shfh
fetched things ter set when yer
don't want 'em ter, that yer kain,t
put no confidence in 'em.'
The girl look at. the young fel
low and giggles.
'What 'er you laughin' at?' he
'What do you reckon?' and at
this brilliant repartee they both
laugh. In the meantime she tikes
up the string again .and waves it
'I'll take it away from you if
you don't quit.'
'Keep on a fooiin' an' I'll show
She 'keeps on a foolin'' and he
catches the string, and says -thar
now,' and puts it in his pocket.
'What are you going to do with
that old string?'
'Goin' ter keep it as long as I
live,' he says in an undertone of
care, lest the old folks should hear
Sunday, when they attended
church, he conducts her to the
door and then joins the collection
of young men who have deposited
themselves outside on shawls.
When the "hime" is begun, he
saunters in, and during the ser.
mon, should he remain inside, casts
glances at the girl. Meeting eye
to eye he blushes and for some
time he has not courage to look at
her again. ~They take dinner at a
neighboring house, where quite a
number of young men and women
congregate, and at night he accom
panites the young .3 la ch.....
Shoulda "'r.&val" be in progress,
the el"begth to look longingly
at M Wh4o. the precher cl11 tor
ao es, Nt after awhile When
the prformance begins t gow
Wth fary"or, she goes to hiu and
Y*0.hinr to knedl at the bench.
d'itia bt aiially goes and
kne.. Thl action teils the cOa
gfegAtion that they are Ii love
wibi each other. After services,
as they rode along, he says:
*1 *ush I had your picture.'-*
'What do you want with it?'
'I ant It to keep. I'rn going
to have my picture tuck in a few
It is his hope that she will ask
him for one, but as that on her
part would be too deoide4 a con
fession of love, she says nothing,
except to' speak t9,her horse and
complainof his wtumblt; regard
less how sure-foot heis may be.
'I ain't goin' to h*e but mighty
few tuck,' he says, endavoving to
catch a glimpae of her fWoe, when
they ,ride freqa the aadow of a
great tree into the ir o nlight.
'WhyY she asks.
O eI ai't.1t
e "ain't ud reaotn -ter a
t is for me,' he replies wich a
sigh. - Nobody don't want one o'
'How do you know?
"Cause I know.'
'Sor1ebody might want one.'
'I don't know who.'
'Who do you reckon?'she replies
with a little laugh.
'I don't konw. who wants it, but
I know, who I wish did want it.'
'Who do you reckon?' and he
attempts to laugh.
know ,solebody that wants
your pictur,' she says.
'She ain't very fur from here.'
'I'd like to know?'
'Kain't you guess?'
'I might make a mistake.'
'No, you wouldn't. Just try it
'Is it Sue Joyner?'
'Sue Joyner, the mischief?' she
repeats, contemptuously. 'What
does that great, strappin' ugly
thing want with anybody's pictur?
I reckon you want hers.'
'No, I don't'
'Yes, you do, and you know it.'
'Please don't treat me that way,'
says he, in an imploring voice.
'Never mind, sir. I'll tell her
that you want her ter have your
pictur and when you give it to her
-' she almost breaks, down, but
finally says-'When you marry
her I-' here she completely broke
Their horses stop in the road.
Leaning over, he catches her hand
and swears that he will nevee mar.
ry anybody. but . 'hey 'k
each Qther, and w hearts fr
which the dark sbh own haeor
atid into which the inoonight is
shining, they ride onpurer in
so.l, and with n9re uuseUsh de
votion than all the diamond dash
es under the oleander boughs.-Ar
Pitting Webster Agalost Himself.
Public men sometines And it
Inconvenient to be confosnted by a
previous utterance aftei thly ave
changed their inioneTh
"Youth's Compani ' gives sa in
teresting incident of this - rt
which occured in connection Al
a speech b .-Webster &#r
reat tariff 'inel a ladelphia
At that time no Phildelphia
paor had a corps of reporters at
all competent to make quick work
of a two hours' speech, which re
juired eight men to report verb*
kum with the requisite dispatch
or'n e~rig issue. The comse
quence was that It was-pst ten
o'clock th frning before
There was a Itle emo
oratic sheet pubi e4-th, alled
the Pennsylvanian, edited bg the
late Col. Forney, WhIe"
nice trick upon an ep 1'
lic. The editor utedpp Mr.
Webster's great speech ithe tar
iff deliverd in 1824, whioh is a
thorough-going argument for free
trade, in direct opposition to the
Dration of the evening bet6 i 9ol.
Forney struck off a large ei tion
of this speech as a supplement to
his paper, heading it, in his larg
est type, Webster's Great Speech
on the Tariff.
The newsboys made the town.
ring with this cry soon after sun
rise. Horace Greeley, who had
come over from New York on pur
pose to hear the speech, and was
anxious to get an early copy for
publication in New York Tribune,
rushod out of his hotel and bought
several of them. Many thousands
of copies were sold before the joke
,The Democrats were naturally
in great good-humor to -see Mr.
Webster thus arrayed against hin.k
self. The Whigs could not be esx
pected to relish the jest, least of
all Mr. Greeley, who ventcd hi.
anger in unmeasured language.
Mr. Webster himself, who loved
a joke, took it in good part, laugh
ed heartily, and said to the friend
who handed him the paper, "I
think Forney has printed a much
better speech than the one I made
-True politeness is the last
touch of a noble character. -'It is
Lhe old'on the spire, the sun light
on t e cornfield.'