And his maiden's, dear and true, Courage! Who will be a slave, -Barry Cornwall. CCXV.-WHAT TIME IS IT? WHAT time is it? Time to do well; Time to live better; Give up that grudge; Answer that letter; Speak that kind word, to sweeten a sorrow; Do that good deed you would leave till to-morrow. In that new situation; Time to build up on A solid foundation. Giving up needlessly, changing and drifting; What time is it? Farmers, take warning- Sow in the morning; Spring rain is coming, zephyrs are blowing; Time to count cost; Lessen expenses; To the gates and the fences: Making and mending, as good workers should; What time is it? Time to be earnest, Laying up treasure; Choosing true pleasure; Loving stern justice—of truth being fond; Doing your best; Knowing in whatever country or clime, CCXVI. THE OLD MAN IN THE STYLISH CHURCH. WELL, wife, I've been to church to-day-been to a stylish oneAnd, seein' you can't go from home, I'll tell you what was done; You would have been surprised to see what I saw there to-day; The sisters were fixed up so fine they hardly bowed to pray. I had on these coarse clothes of mine-not much the worse for wear But, then, they knew I was n't one they call a millionaire; So they led the old man to a seat away back by the door; 'T was bookless and uncushioned, a reserved seat for the poor. Pretty soon in came a stranger with gold rings and clothing fine; They led him to a cushioned seat far in advance of mine; But then there's no accountin' for what some people do; But when we reach the blessed home, all undefiled by sin, I could n't hear the sermon, I sat so far away, So, through the hours of service, I could only "watch and pray," Watch the doin's of the Christians sitting near me, round about; Pray that God would make them pure within as they were pure without. While I sat there, lookin' all around upon the rich and great, I doubt not there were wealthy sires in that religious fold To spurn the hungry from their door with naught to satisfy. He gilds the cloud of evenin' with the gold light from his throne, Not for the rich man only; not for the poor alone. Then why should man look down on man because of lack of gold? Why seat him in the poorest pew because his clothes are old? I am old-I may be childish-but I love simplicity; I love to see it shinin' in a Christian's piety; Jesus told us in His sermons, in Judea's mountains wild, He that wants to go to heaven must be like a little child. Our heads are growing gray, dear wife-our hearts are beatin' slow In a little while the Master will call for us to go; When we reach the pearly gateways, and look in with joyful eyes, We'll see no stylish worship in the temple of the skies. -John H. Yates. CCXVII.-SHORT SELECTIONS. CONTENT. THE bliss of man (could pride that blessing find) Is not to act or think beyond mankind, No pow'rs of body or of soul to share, But what his nature and his state can bear. For this plain reason, man is not a fly. To smart and agonize at every pore! Or quick effluvia darting through the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain! If nature thund'red in his op'ning ears, And stunned him with the music of the spheres, SUSPICION. LET me have men about me that are fat, - Pope. Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not; I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. CONSCIENCE. It is a dang'rous Thing; it makes a man a coward. -Shakespeare. A man Can not steal but it accuseth him. A man Can not swear but it checks him: One full of obstacles. It made me once -Shakespeare. CCXVIII.—A THRILLING INCIDENT. THE world of fiction hardly contains a more thrilling chapter than an incident in the life of the Rev. Mr. Lee, Presbyterian minister. Mr. Lee was sitting in his study about midnight, preparing a discouse to deliver to his congregation, when he heard a noise behind him, and became conscious that some one was in the room. Mr. Lee exclaimed, "What's the matter?" and, turning around his chair, beheld the grim face of a burglar, who was pointing a pistol at his breast. The ruffian had entered the house by a side window, supposing all the occupants were asleep. "Give me your watch and money," said he, "or I will fire." "You may put down your weapons, for I shall make no resistance, and you are at liberty to take all the valuables that I possess," was Mr. Lee's calm reply. |