ired Weston.

"No I think not," said Preston. "I was over there the other day, and I
couldn't even hear the crinkle of one bigger than $10!"

Caught on the Fly.

The homely virtues may be old, but they are still young enough to carry
the world's burdens.

The crust on the pie at a charity dinner may be long, but it covers a
multitude of culinary sins.

Every good thing in this world costs money; and since experience is the
best thing of life it is always expensive, also.

The Sunny Side.

Oh, no matter what the weeping,
Or what awful ills betide!
Let us walk the ways of gladness
On the happy, sunny side!

When the sorrows come and settle
With their tears and cares and pride,
Don't believe their tales of sadness,
For there's still a sunny side!

What's the use to go to weeping
When the shadows wander wide?
For the sun is shining somewhere
And there's yet a sunny side!

It's no diff'rence what the weather,
What the flow of wind or tide;
There's the holy joy of living
And God keeps a sunny side!

Keep Busy.

Don't sit down so lonesome
Through the speeding years;
Drink the wines of gladness
And forget the tears.

Life goes down the distance
Swift as eagle's flight;
Stop to say "Good-morning."
And it ends "Good-night!"

Wait Awhile.

Don't you worry at the winter!
There's a streak of shine about,
And before the storm is over
There's a daisy peeping out!

Spring is coming clothed in beauty,
And her lilies laughing white
Wait beneath the melting snow-drifts
For the days of their delight!

Over yonder smile the gardens,
And the sky above is blue;
And your sweet-heart trips the meadows
With the roses red for you!

Little Sermons.

A man's conscience preaches more eloquent sermons than the Savior on the
Mount.

If men were less evil, it would be much easier for their fellows to walk
the narrow way.

If the Bible reduced virtue to a mathematical demonstration of its
cheapness over Vice, the mourner's bench would break down with the
repentant sinners.

At the End.

At the end of the day
What reward shall we gain
For the pleasures of play
And the presence of pain?
When the sun shall have set
What reward shall we get?

As we sing and we sigh
Through the years' tang