s world so dog-cheap ez advice," said Uncle
Ezra Mudge. "I've give my seven boys enough advice off an' on to fix
over the world an' finish up Heaven, an' 'en they don't know enough to
let cigarettes alone, even. Thar's nuthin, arter all, that teaches a boy
so quick es a lickin.' When he gits lammed all ter pieces by some kid
thet he kep' a-pickin' at till good natur' fergot ter be a vartue, an'
pasted him several between the eyes, he may not look so purty but he
will know two or three things so blamed well he'll never fergit 'em
ontell Gabriel blows his conk shell in the mornin'!"
* * * * *
Life may be One Grand Sweet Song but we are generally furnishing the
music by pounding the bass-drum for the fellow who is pounding the
bass-drum for us.
* * * * *
"Love's young dream" may be the sweetest thing in life, but there is
nothing like pork gravy and hot biscuit for sticking to the ribs.
"There's No Use to Worry."
There's no use to worry,
When trouble appears,
For she leaves in a hurry
And bottles her tears;
There's a song for each sorrow,
A smile for each grief,
And the joys of tomorrow
Bring happy relief.
There's no use to worry!
This world's a good place,
If you fly from its flurry
And keep a bright face;
There is never a sorrow
That sickens the soul,
If you wait for the morrow
And let the cares roll!
A Prayer.
Lord, as I journey down the way,
Grant me good work for every day,
And, till my labor here is past,
To work with Thee until the last!
Words are poor vehicles for the carrying of thought. The glance of only
one bright eye can tell a sweeter story than was ever written out in all
the books of men.
A Song of Green Valleys.
I.
A Song of Green Valleys,--the valleys new born
With the gold of the wheat and the green of the corn,
Where the roses arise from the dews of the night
And the paths for Love's feet are a-swoon with delight!
II.
The Voice of the Valleys! The brooks to the seas
Mingle multiplied praises with Love's lullabies,
And the shouts of glad children exultingly rise
From the daisies of earth to the stars of the skies.
III.
The calm of the Valleys! The raptures increase
With the calls of content and the pleasures of peace,
And the homes of the happy their g
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