u are entitled to a lawyer," the court explained, "and you might
as well have the benefit of his services!"
"Yoh Honah would jes' a'pint me some ob dese hyah po'ah white trash
lawyehs," the old darkey replied, "an' he wouldn't do me no good. Ef
it's jes' de same to you, jedge, I'd ruthah depen' on de ignorance ob de
couht!"
The Quest for Joy.
I.
A phantom I follow forever through all of the shadow and shine,
Whose face is fair as the blossom, whose form is as warm as the wine;
Whose lips are as sweet as the dewfalls that velvet the mornings of
June,
And eyes as the deep stars of Autumn that glow in the glories of noon!
II.
A phantom I follow forever! Yet never on ocean or land
Have I heard the sweet voice of her music or leaped at the thrill of
her hand,
And never, ah, never a greeting she gives that is tender and kind,
As I follow through mazes of beauty where flowers in her foot-steps I
find!
III.
A phantom I follow forever! What matter though careless of me,
She drifts to the sands of the desert and sails on the wave-tossing sea?
With foot never parched by the barrens, with boat never broken by storm,
I follow, I follow her passing and clutch at the wraith of her form!
IV.
And still I will follow the phantom!
Whatever the questing may seem
I'll conquer the spoil of her glory and climb to the crown of her dream;
And over the deeps of my yearning and over the hills of my hope,
She leads and I follow forever, wherever her phantasies grope!
V.
And there at the last I shall find her--the angel that led me afar,--
And we shall rejoice in the raptures where all the beatitudes are,
And whether the journey be little, or whether the journey be long,
I press the red lips of her beauty and leap at the lilt of her song!
Caught on the Fly.
When Misfortune concludes to pay you a visit, she pushes the door open
and walks in without knocking.
Woman's inhumanity to man,--the one she has and the other she
wants,--maketh the divorce lawyer fat with ali-money.
Temptation is the dangerous banana-peel on the side-walk of upright
conduct; and even the bare foot sometimes takes a fall-down.
Too Busy.
Trouble will double
If trouble gets room,
But will pine if you leave her
And die in her gloom;
For trouble is lonesome
And moans from the start
If you face
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