Political.
248.4
The politician now begins
To hustle for the vote,
He's done the topsy-turvy act
And turned his changing coat,
And so he works like thunder-
And maketh much ado,
His little birds will come to roost
All in a month or two.
His…
The Telegram.
96.6
I.
"Is this the telegraph office?"
Asked a childish voice one day,
As I noticed the click of my instrument
With a message from far away.
As it commed I turned. At my elbow
Stood the merriest scrap of a boy,
Whose childish…
Come Bonnie Father.
276.7
Bonnie Father
O father, dear father.
The clock in come home with me now.
the strople striken one:
ou said you wer were coming TIMI
You shop ink right home from the
As moot a your day's work was done,
The fire's…
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Spelling Reform at Pumpin Hallow.
133.1
Parson Graham called a meetin which was held last Wednesday night
For the purpose of decidin' how to spell our language right.
Everybody in the hollow for the past three weeks or so
Had been turrably…
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Gentle Nettle Moore.
298-3.
In a little white cottage, where the trees are ever green
And the climbing roses blossom by the door.
I have often sat and listened to the music of the birds
And the gentle volee of charming Nettle Moore.
Chorus-
Oh,…
Faded Flowers.
468.5
The flowers I saw in the wild wood,
Have since dropped their beautiful leaves,
And many dear friends of my childhood
Have slumbered for years in their graves.
But the bloom of the flower I remember,
Though the similes…
SIGHS.
426.7
I sometimes sigh for things gone by- Like every mortal,
I suppose- And feel regret for days long dead,
Made sweet with summer and the rose.
But sighs, I've found, don't cut much ice,
Nor bring an increase in your pay- In fact…
THE UNIVERSAL QUERY.
404.6
I was tired of the town with its tu- mult and strife,
Where every one struggles for gain. life,
I longed for the sweet and beneficent
So I rushed for the afternoon train.
And I thought of the country, where nature…
MIRAGE.
435.5
An unsubstantial city
Within the sunset lies,
God builds its battlements of clouds,
An architect of skies.
The towers men could not finish,
Their dreams that came not true,
Here in the sunset vision
Are raised for them…
His Kindly Efforts.
201.1
He is one of these cheerful old boys.
If you ever get into a hole you
Will writhe at the means he employs
In his well-meant attempt to console you.
He will tell you that care killed a cat,
He will smile and say…
LIfe Common Things
701
THE things of every day are all so sweet-
The morning meadows wet with dew,
The dance of dalsies in the noon, the blue
Of far-off hills where twilight shadows lie,
The night with all its tender mystery of sound
And silence,…
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HYMNS YOU OUGHT TO KNOW The Way of Peace.
John Greenleaf Whittier.
463.5
[The famous American poet and re- former has made no small contribu- tion to the songs of worship praise used in the churches. and
This hymn is taken from his longer…
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Paraphrase of Byron's.
95. 6
Biremes have traversed you, En-
chanted galleys,
Eteam-driven buiks, of all sea-far-
Ing kind.
Countless that climb your hills and
rugged valleys.
Impress, O sea, who ever leaves be-
hind.
Night on your bosom…
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A Dollar or Two.
230.6
With curious sters as we tread our way through
This intricate world, a sother folks do.
May we still on our journey be able to view
The benevolent fare of a dollar or two.
For an excellent thing is a dollar or two.…
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Drake's Drum.
297.3
Drake he was a Devon man an' ruled the Devon seas:
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went with heart at ease,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
"Take my drum to England, hang…
A Rude Awakening
507
They were talking of ages-
A giddy, old beau,
And a pretty, young maiden
Of eighteen or so
"I am scarcely too ancient
For you, dear, am I?"
He whispered her softly
Through a plaintive sigh
"Ah, the years are as nothing-"…
DOWN AND UP.
319.2
When a man has spent
His very last cent.
The world looks blue, you bet,
But give him a dollar,
And hear him holler;
There's life in the old world yet.
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The City Beautiful
68
"Way down East" they have the ague
Unity they, shake, shake, shake;
But here in California
We prefer an earthquake
In some Stales they have the blizards,
Cyclones disturb their rest;
But out here in San Francisco
We think…
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A Fishe's Hornpipe.
Wallace Irwin.
343.
As I was wandering alone
Along the wave-washed dunes,
I heard eleven fiddler crabs
A-playing pleasant tunes.
All in a row with each his bow,
As merry as could be,
A fish's hornpipe they composed…
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