rife,
And you gave them love and praises
All along the ways of life.

I'm a New Year's Resolution:
I'm as good as good can be,
And the fates predict my goodness
Soon will prove the death of me;
But you'll honor me while living,
And if I should pass away
You will bury me in blossoms
In remembrance of today.

I'm a New Year's Resolution:
Treat me kindly as you can;
For I'm growing weak each moment,
Starved to death by cruel man;
Soon I'll sleep among my fathers,--
What a countless host they make!
Who in childhood went to slaughter
For a good intention's sake!

Little Sermons.

One lapse from sunshine makes the whole world sin.

If you want to pluck nose-gays, you must wander in the sunshine to find
the flowers.

The Devil would rather tackle a a good man in a discouraged mood than a
hardened criminal with Hope singing in his heart.

A Hard World.

"Ah done tole yuh, Mose, howebber yuh fix it up, dat dis hyar am a
mighty hahd wohld we lib in?" said one colored brother to another.

"How am dat, Sambo?"

"Why, we am allus habin' ouah troubles. No soonah am de Santa Claus
bills paid, den de legislachuh come erlong en stay foh sixty whole
days!" and he shook his head and refused to be comforted.

A Quartette of Don'ts.

Don't sleep too much. Remember what happened to Adam when he tried an
experiment of that kind.

Don't talk too mean about the Devil. There is no telling how soon he may
have the chance to roast you to a turn.

Don't neglect your privileges, brethren. There is more opportunity to
get through the eye of a needle in the collection baskets than in the
sermon.

Don't worry any about the dead. The good Lord will take care of them,
and they don't cause him half as much sitting up at nights as the living
do, and he always knows where to find them when the curfew blows.

It Died Young.

"Did you make a Good Resolution, Sandy?" inquired the inquisitive
neighbor.

"Yes, but it didn't live long."

"Why, how's that?"

"Well, the good die young, you know, and when I went home that night I
found it had crossed the river when I wasn't watching."

To the Love Lands!

O, my Heart, the days are weary with the burdens that we know:
Hand in hand we'll haste and hurry to the Love Lands long ago!

Let us stroll as happy lovers down the roaring ways of men
Till the lilies o