o, it's good-bye, Mister Speaker! We are going home today!

O, it's good-bye, Mister Speaker, and it's farewell this and that,
And it's wish you well, my brother, with the work you labor at!
And if we have missed our calling and we don't deserve applause,
Nevermore we'll leave the furrow just to tinker at the laws;
If we failed, 'twas worth the trying, whatsoe'er the people say,
But it's good-bye, Mister Speaker! We are going home today!

A Memory.

A scarlet on the maples,
A daisy down below,
And perfumes of the gardens
That blossomed long ago!

Love lifts the face of morning,
And walks the twilight late,
And one is there beside me
And leans across the gate!

Love sings her angel music
Through all the laughing days,
And we, the lovers, loiter
Adown the rosy ways.

O, scarlet of the maples,
O, daisies down below,
And perfumes of the gardens
That blossomed long ago!

Richly Deserved.

"I see Jingles is becoming quite a poet. I presume he must have got a
good deal for that last poem of his."

"Yes, I think he deserved six months for it, at least!"

Sunny Side Out.

Though the skies are gray and gloomy
And the shadows hang about,
Yet the world is bright and bloomy
When the sunny side is out.

There is still an angel chorus
That shall put the griefs to rout,
And the sorrows flee before us
When the sunny side is out.

Then ring the bells of glory
And swing them with a shout!
This life's a laughing story
When the sunny side is out!

And fill the lips with laughter!
Let ancient worries pout!
With joys before and after
And the sunny side still out!

Little Sermons.

It's a mighty poor religion that isn't better than some of its devotees.

If God is in your debt, you can meet the Devil's sight drafts on demand.

The honest doubter will be welcomed to glory while the canting hypocrite
is hustled into the patrol wagon for the infernal regions.

Fishing Time.

Yonder by the river
Grasses growing green,
And the wild birds singing
Over all the scene!

Yonder by the river
Violets are blue,
And the skies are dropping
Tender dreams of you!

Yonder by the river,
Where the ripples sing,
In the tangled thicket
Burns a crimson wing!

Yonder by the river!