glad yuh back ehgin;
We'll ten' de craps tohgetheh,
En roll de melons in!

Little Sermons.

Fast people demand a religion trained to their own pace.

Whatever may be thought of the teachings of conventional theology and
its peculiar dogmas, it is undeniable that a moral and an upright manner
of living secures the highest happiness for the human family. If death
is only a passage-way to eternal sleep, still a goodly life is worth the
living for the little years of this world only.

Sooner Sayings.

Every man's horse is the fleetest, in the contest records.

Fortune favors the first man on the ground,--if he sets his stake and
stays with it.

Statehood and "manana" are putting up a fierce contest to become exact
synonyms.

A Happy Dream.

"Ah had a happy dream the otheh night, Boss; jes' de happies' one I evah
had in all my life!"

"How was that, Rastus?"

"Well, suh, Ah dreamed dat Ah wuz in a field of water-melons jes'
eh-eatin' widout eitheh knife or spoon, en de juice a drippin' offen my
chin in a reg'lah stream!"

Still Going.

The black way and the bright way,
And still we trudge along,
With sunshine o'er each path-way
And life a summer song.

The tear-drop and the heart-ache,
And still we tread the years,
With Love enough for gladness
And Joy enough for tears!

Little Sermons.

When envy enters a man's heart, the devil never gives him any more
attention.

The devil needs no mortgage on the Pharisee. He already owns him in fee
simple.

When a man comes to believe he is better than his neighbors, it is high
time he were hunting the mourner's bench.

At the Turning of the Lane.

Say good-bye to grief and sorrow,
Leave them in a high disdain;
All the raptures come tomorrow
At the turning of the lane!

What if over you the shadows
And the nights of cold and rain?
Yonder smile the laughing meadows
At the turning of the lane!

Still the rose and still the rapture
Woven through the tangled skein,
And the joys we still shall capture
At the turning of the lane.

All the rain-bows arch their story
Bright above the hill and plain;
If we wait, we'll see the glory
At the turning of the lane!

At the Twilight.

I.

As sure as the red years die, dear, as sure as the red years die,
The day and the hour will come, dear, to