es
not record that he took it back after he had plenty of time to think it
over.
The sublime faith that moves mountains and conquers kingdoms is
frequently helpless and hopeless against the clatter of a garrulous
tongue.
The Darky's Heaven.
I sho'ly doan't know
Whut soht ob a place
Dat de Lawd's fixin' so
Foh his own culled race;
But ef he "in dat day"
Wants de dahkeys ter catch,
Give 'em banjoes ter play
In a big millon patch!
Millon patch thet's so long
Dey can nevab git cross it,
En a feller not strong
Jes' purtendin' ter boss it;
Whar nebber's a dog
Ter molest whut yuh swipe,
En wharebber yuh jog
All de millons ah ripe!
No Room for Bankruptcy.
"Things ah sholy lookin' up ahroun' de cabin dese heah days!" said the
jubilant darkey. "With watah-millons crowdin' de cohn-rows full, de
cotton laid by, en fohty canderdates runnin' foh office, de bankrup'cy
cou't am moah den foh hund'ed miles away, shuah!"
Minnows and Big Fish.
In the happy days of childhood,
By the river's rushing tide,
Where the crystal waters murmured
Over all the ripples wide,
It was perfect joy to angle
Through the spring time's laughing day
Though we only caught the minnows
And the big fish got away.
'Twas no matter how we waited,
How we watched with anxious eyes,--
For the finny tribe to yield us
Captures of enormous size;
There was always disappointment
Filling us with deep dismay,
For we only caught the minnows
And the big fish got away!
And it's much the same in manhood!
As we line the stream of life,
Fishing for the fame and fortune
In the waters full of strife,
It's no matter how we angle
As the young years turn to gray,
We can only catch the minnows
And the big fish get away!
But the sport, the sport, is royal,
And it never had a match!
So it's really unimportant
As to what we lose or catch!
Let us use our highest efforts
Till the Father calls to say:
"What a splendid mess of minnows
Though the big fish got away!"
Little Sermons.
Christianity and religion are great things, but a holy life knocks the
spots off them both in the long run.
Wealth comes from toil and sacrifice, but the treasures of the heart are
vaccinated with love and are the parents of all real happiness.
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