Qass. Book. t^fomi^cuou^ "Poem^. HUMOROUS, SENTIMENTAL AND INSTRUCTIVE. By JAMES \V. WHARF. Why dream of a ladder ascending to Fame, Without stepping upward, the top round to gain, Or to grasp the fair prize at the end of the chase. Unwilling, yourself to run in the race. ■%.oij«fASHmi^'2^- / ADVOCATE print: PUBLISH EB BY THE AUTHOI Ol.NKY, ILI-TNOIS. !89H. /iiT^oy l\ FC 3 ,. ■ tl %z Bnteivfl according- to the act of Congres8,]ii the ycai- isii:!. by JAMES W. WHABF, In the ofhce ol the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. ( \ THE COMMERCIAL TEAVELEB /^OMMERCIAL salesmen you may see,' ^■^ In this and every town; Full of life and jolly glee; As bold as old John Brown. They walk erect with pompous air, Dignified in style, They smash the ladies everywhere, With a commercial smile. He combs his hair and cleans his teeth, And dresses very fine, And pays a boot-black on the street, A dime to get a shine. They patronize first-class hotels, And love the best of fare; They always have a joke to tell, And many more to spare. THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER, With great politeness he displays, His samples very fine, And 'sells for cash, the best of pay, Or thirty days on time. He pays his fare upon the train. And takes a smoking car; He strikes a match into a flame, And smokes a fine cigar. A drummer has no easy life. And finds no time to play; He must work both day and night, To make the business pay. A better class of jolly boys Are seldom ever found; The landlords always sing for joy, Whene'er they come around. The railroads reap a rich reward, From drummers every year, And hotel men will surely starve, When drummers disappear. THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER. Then let us cheer them on their way, By doing what we can, For their success from day to day, Among the business men. rilhJ LKTTKll IS Tit AS Sir l^y\ Y FACP^ 18 like the driven snow, J So beautiful and fair; My way is paid before I go To distant climes elsewhere. I travel in a dark mail-sack Under lock and key, A sticking-plaster on my back, That I may truthful be. The lines and marks upon my face. Proclaim my destiny. That I may surely find my place In Washington, D. C. The carrier takes me by the hand. The president to see: The greatest man in all the land, Becomes a friend to me. THE LETTER IN TRANSIT. He rc'iidp the (U)iitents of my heart, And thanks rne for the call, Becausf-' T took an active part In getting votes last fall. He makes a contindant (^f me, And folds me with his hands. And sends me off to Germany To consummate his plans. The ladies tell me all they know Ahont their se(;ret plans, And kiss my li]js before I go Far off to distant lands. How sweet, indeed is such a kiss. My open lips to seal — The secret of an inward wish That I cannot reveal. Preachers solemnize the rite Of wedlock for a fee; They make of twain both man and wite. And pray so mote it be. THE LETTER IK TRANSIT. In many cases I do more Than any clergyman, In making matches long before The wedding day began. I eulogize men to their face, And laud their names on high; I consummate the plans they make, Their bargains ratify. I raise men to the highest pitch, And then I make them fall For buying votes in politics For candidates last fall. Eighteen-hundred years ago, I worked for Old St. Paul; His heart with love did overflow For Jews and Gentiles all. He sent me off' to Ephesus, The gospel truth to prove By holding up the Savior's cross Of everlasting love. THK LKTTER IN TRANSIT. Me filled my h<'art with burning: love Of truth and grace divine; 'i'he Holy Spirit from above Inspired each word and line. The Revelation of St. .Tohn The Lord consigned to jne, "His loving purpose to jnnke known— Whatever that pnr})ose be. I always stop in every town To call on Uncle vSam; He liands me ovei' to -John Brown With news for Mary Ann. 1 tell her all she wants to know In solemn secrecy, About her loving handsome beau, Who lives in Tennessee. She keeps me all the livelong day And sleeps with me at night, And dreams the happy hours away Of love, till broad daylight. DEATH AXD OLD AGE. T HAVE a large farm, with a mortgage* thereon. Falling due in five years and a day. If I should but live, I can surely pull through, With my saving, throtrnded, two inches or more, And his mouth stood njar, like a great open door. His whiskers were red, and his hair was jet black, He had a slight stoop, an:l a hump on his back, He measured in height, four feet above ground. And weighed altogether, just four-hundred pounds, John married a lady all handsome and fair, With bonnie blue eyes, t.nd light flowing hair. Her step was elastic, majestically grand, The handsomest lady throughout all the land. The people all wondered, but could not tell why A lady so lovely, would marry John Bly. 'HIE YOUNG bride's MISTAKE. 15 The jonntr bride discovered she'd made a mistake, • To rue a Dad bargain, the time was too late; For she had discovered, with tears io her eyes, That the hump on his back was an awful big size. Exclaiming with wonder, and indignant scorn, I've married a monster, as sure as I'm born. The excitement was great, throughout all the town, That the handsome young maid, had married a clown When the facts were all known, it relieved their sur- prise, That the handsome young maid was blind in both eyes. Therefore, young ladies, take my advice And never be anxious to turn to a wife. A hast}^ conclusion a stranger to wed, Without any guessing, you'd better be dead; Remember this lesson, wherever you be, That none are so blind, as those who won't see. SA M PLE AD V FIR TIS E M E y T. /'^^OOD. people all Bhould understand Jupt how to save the dimes; Then buy your ^oods with cash in hand. And never ask for time. You have a better eliance today Than ever known before, To buy goods cheap fo-r ready pay, At Godfrey's General Store. Dry goods and groceries of all kinds. Always kept on hand; Also a Very large suppl}^ Of fruits already canned* A monstrous st(^ck of fine cigars, Of very first-class brands, And toilet soaps of rich perfume, To wash your face and hands. SAMPLE ADVEBTISEMENT. 17 He keeps on hand a large supply Of every style and brand; First-class suits already made, The best in all the land; The finest shirts and underwear, You ever saw before; You'll Und them at the new brick block. In Godfrey's General Store. Hosiery, collars and handkerchief's, Of texture very fine; Portmanteaus, grips and pocket books, And trunks of every kind, A first-class line of boots and shoes, Of every style and grade, In point of taste and workmanship, The very best that's made. He'll treat you kindly every way,^ If you but on him call, And when you see his goods you'll say That Godfrey beats them all. 18 SAMPLE ADVERTISEMENT. The cheapest goods you ever bought In all your life before; You'll find them in the new brick block, At Godfrey's General Store. MISTAKES OF LIFE. I I JHE mistakes of life are many, To rich and poor alike, Each striving for a penny And wealth for future life. The plans of both are varied, And each his own plans follow; One plows deep and wide, The other, wide, but shallow; Sanguine in expectation, In this they were alike, But deep plowing succeeded. The shallow proved a- blight. To read the Bible every day Should always be commended, To young and old And high and low 20 MISTAKES OF LIFE. Its blessings are extended. All may seek and find in it The way of true salvation Through Christ who died to savt The ends gf all ^creation; One believes and trusts His word; Another the word forsakes — To him the boon of hope is lost, A very great mistake. LINES ON THE 16TH ANN I VERSARY OF THE WEDDING OF J. E. WHARFAND WIFE. I 'M thinking of the^past, Delia, When we stood side by side, When I clasped your hand in mine, And you became my bride. How sweet the memories of the past, How oft they come to me. The happy days of honey moon, I spent alone with "Dee." You were young and sprightly then, And I was hale and strong; And many happy days we spent, In our new cottage home. The scene is somewhat changed, Delia; Since you and I were wed: Three dear children living now, And two sweet babes are dead. 22 WEDDING ANNIVEKSARY. Time flies on apace, Delia, We cannot stop its flight; The past will ne'er return again, 'Tis hidden from our sight; Yet we'll ne'er forget the days, The happy days of yore, Living on fair memory's page, But will return no more. The future is unknown, Delia, It may repeat the past. Of mingled joy and sorrow, Short lived they cai^not last. Yet there's something better, "Dee," Prepared for you and I: A crown of Glory after death. Where pleasures never die. FBA TE R NA L JXTE RESTS. r^ARMER8 of F. M. B. A. Are working hard to have their way, In buying goods all from one store, Thus saving ten per cent, or more. At first sight the thing looks well, In case they have no pork to sell. But when their barns are running o'er, The market price, becomes a bore. They then demand it as a right, Often per cent, a higher price. To down the prices when they buy, And rule the trade, by selling high. The merchant needs the farmers aid; The farmers must, with merchants trade, 24 FRATERNAL INTERESTS. Their interests are identical, In what they buy and what they sell. Fraternal interests all demand, By giving each the helping hand. THE OLD SETTLERS. Air — Tolm Brown. f, I JHE old folks are coming, here again today, To meet their dear old comrades, and cheer them on their way, Though fee3hle in their old age, yet their souls are young — While they go marching on. ('hoeus — Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, etc. The memories of the past will never fade from view, — They bring forth recollections of friends both grand and true. Some are yet still living now, — the greater number gone- While we go marching on. 26 THE OLD SETTLE HS. Tlie school-house on the hillside, with its puncheon floor, All things went on lovely and a little more. The master thrashed us daily to help the school along — While we went marching on. Pens were good and plenty then, from goose-quills they were made, And mended by the master, for that was then his trade; The writing was "John Hancock," the strokes were bold and true — While we went marching on. The music of the spinning wheel, will never be outdone. Its grand old tones were written by a rapid back- word run. By bouncing girls in flannel dress, who made the old wheel hum — While they went marching on. THE OLD SETTLERS. 27 The farm-house near the woodland, the place where we wei'e horn, Where with our dear old father, we plowed and shucked the corn, And reaped the wheat with sickles sharp, and thresh- ed it out with flails — While we went marching on. The wagon of the olden time, it onlj^ had two wheels, 'Twas homelike, and much cheaper than railroads made of steel, Drawn by two big oxen, whose names were Jack and Tom- While they went marching on. The women of the olden time, they spun both flax and wool. And made the breeches for us boys while we attended school; They dressed themselves in flannel neat, with neither pad nor bustle — While they went marching on. 28 THE OLD SETTLKKS. False modesty was then unknown, to woiuen ot that day; They"' shucked the corn witli luisking peg, and worked among- the hay; If they were caught in their bare feet, they fhd not run away, While they Avent marching on. The ladies of the olden time were wise and very ciiaste, And handsome as they are today, without a painted face, And they were far more healthy, too, because they did not lace — While they went marching on. When we were boys together, we had a jolly time, And rode on horseback to the church through rain and hot sunshine; When church was over, we rode home and took the girls behind — While w^e went marching on. T>IE OLD SETTLERS. 29 Wi' ti-ain(^d our horses to kick up. we thought it just and riglit, And as we rode along the road it was a kicking sight, The girls they hugged us more and more, with all their strength and might — While we went marching on. When we were boys together, we all knew how to grub, And always raised a crop of corn, but never saw a bug; But now the bugs are numerous, they make the farmers storm — While they go marching on. And now my dear old comrades, I've one thing more to say, May the good Lord bless you, one and all, and hel]) you on your way, That when your race is ended, then He'll say to you, '^Well done"— While we go marching on. THE LOST CAXE. Written to Jennie Williitnis, IM. I).. (';i.sev, IIIiimjii^ TT^LEASE call and get my dear old cane, Which I forgot till on the train. You'll find it at the old depot, The place where all good people go. While on the train I met John Brooks, For old St. Louis he was hooked; His words were kind, his smile was bright, Perchance he may bring back a wife. \ FA .'^ HI ON A BL E BEL I GION. y^ GRJ]Y-HEADED old man, aged three score J ' and ten, WIh) li^-ed in a hut way down in the glen, Once in a time in the month of September, To church he would go, his Lord to remember. He quickened his pace, to be there in good time, While the great peal of bells rang out a sweet chime; He entered the church, and looked very poor; The usher then showed him a seat at the door. The pews were all cushioned, five hundred or more. Except a small number, reserved for the poor, No cushions or carpets were tound in their pews — Alas! for the poor had no right to choose. 32 FASHIONABLE RELIGION. A dude in his broadclotli and silken plug hat, Was seated on velvet with those of his class, His gold-headed cane and his dinmonds not few, Was a passport of welcome to sit in th(^ pew. The organ was grand, the singing su])liine, A dude for a leader, who counted the time; The preacher and people, they thought it was grand To have the hest choir throughout all the land. The ladies and i>ents who sang in the (dioir, In hroadcloth and silks and gaudy attire, With laces and diamonds they'd showed at their best, Not one in their number religion professed. "We are all one in Christ," was read as a text, To make it all plain, he preached at his best; His theory was true, as the Bible did prove. The practice was false, as shown by the pews. FASHIO^iABLE RELIGION. 33 A j^raH-bag and fish-pond, it looks very funny, Set up in tlie church to brin^ in the money; A prize cake, with ring, and a dime for a. draw, Tlie worst kind of lottery the Lord ever saw. A festival, too, some call a good thing, Id the house of the Lord to bring money in; But yet, after all, it's a very poor way, To kill off the women vvithout any pay. Religion of fashion, it makes a great show In the house of the Lord where the rich people go. In slighting the poor, it mocks at the Lord, Insultingly giving the lie to his word. Therefore, my dear friends, don't fall into passion Because I have made a strike at the fashion. And now in conclusion I say unto you. If you are not guilty, please don't wear the shoe. Dedicated to C. E. Hilts. T F you but want a health resort, Such as nature brings, Then step aboard the iron horse, And off to Saylor Springs, Where chalybeate waters flow: From nature's boundless store, — An antidote for pain and woe. Abundant evermore. Chorus: Then haste away to Saylor Springs, Let nothing cause delay, And when you drink and bathe therein. You'll always want to stay. For all diseases of mankind, These waters are the best; If you'll but try them you will find The proof is in the test. SAYLOR SPRING.*. 35 Carbonic acid, soflinm, And scores of minerals rare, You'll find them all at Saylor Springs. And nowhere else but there. Woodlavvn Hotel, a specious place-, The best in all the laiul. Near by the artificial lake, A scene sublimely grand. Green lawns and spacious promenades. Most everywhere are found. And shaded slopes 'neath forest trees, Throughout the ground abound. East Lynne Hotel enlarged, improved. To meet the great demand Of all the rushing crowds that come From all parts of the land. The landlord, too, is very kind. It gives him great delight To wait on all his many guests At morning, noon and night. 3(i SAYLOR S1*RINGI»!. There is no place liko^ Haylor Hprings, So beautiful and fair, .. Where gushing fountains blessings bring From minerals pure and rare. With bands of music, pleasant sport, To please both young and old, And when you see them as you ought, The half can ne'er be told. TliA NKS G I VI NG H YM N . Tune- Dtike Street. y^<^3REAT GOD, our everlasting friend! On thee for blessings we depend. All nature gives at thy command Abundant blessings on our land. Lord! ma}^ we ever thankful be For all our blessings, Lord, from thee; Our bounteous harvests everywhere Are loving tokens of thy care. We thank thee, Lord, for large supplies Of wheat and corn and merchandise. Our barns are crowded with rich store, And yet the Lord keeps giving more. God gives to us our daily bread; From his rich bounty all are fed; His open hand supplies our need, And thus he proves a friend indeed. 58 THANKSGIVING HVMM. Thanks be to God who gave his son To bleed and die for everyone, That all the world through him might prov( The gift of everlasting love. We thank thee, Lord, for constant grace Of Heaven above — a sweet foretaste — The prelude of a glorious day, When earthly pleasures fade away. May all on this Thanksgiving day To God their humble homage pay — "Prostrate before his throne to fall,'' "And crown tlie Saviour Lord of all." THE TEMPFiiAyCE ARMY AiK -Marchinii; Tlii'ough Georgia. 1 _r EROES of the Temperance cause, march boldly on your way, A better day is coming on, when Truth will have the sway, VVith Prohibition and the right we'll surely gain the day — While we go marching to glory. Chorus — Hurrah! Hurrah! roll on the Temperance ball, Hurrah! Hurrah! we'll down Old Alchohol, Then let us sing the chorus, boys, united one and all, While we go marching to glory. 40 THE TEMPERANCE ARMY. A hundred thousand drunkards fall into the grave each year, Led captive by King Alchohol, strong drink and lager beer, Then let us boldly strike the foe, and never yield to fear — While we go marching to glory. History will repeat the past, it always has been so, "Truth crushed to earth shall rise again," as everyone d he stood and looked around, Because the bones could not be found. Next day he wandered near and far Until he reached a railroad car, He surely thought he'd find the lost, No matter how much pains it cost. At last his hopes were realized; He saw the maids with both his eyes; His heart was filled with bitter pain To see them leave upon the train. /.V MEMOniAM. in loving remembrance oi" Anna T. Palmateer, infant 'laughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Palmateer, Terre Haute, Ind , wJio died Julv 24, 1891, aged 2 years, \) months : nd 27 davs. /^~AUR darling only daughter, We've laid away to rest. God called thee home to glory To dwell among the blest. We bow in sweet submission Beneath the chastening rod, 'Tis wisdom's admonition To bring us near to God. Therefore, cease to murmur, Nor at God's will complain; The loss of your sweet daughter Is her eternal gain. 54 ANNA T. PALMATEER. Basking now in glory Around God's dazzling throne, To sing redemption story In her eternal home. Brother, sister, don't repine; God's purpose is the best, Death is only God's design To give your darling rest. Crowned in glorious, heavenly light, She beckons you away To brighter scenes, without a night, Of everlasting day. IN LOVI^G BEMEMBRANCE OF DB. PAYNE COyi STOCK. JS^ LOVING SON, a brother dear, J ^ Whose presence filled our home with cheer. From all the scenes of life has fled, Who calmly sleeps, but is not dead. Fraternal friends who knew him best, Who proved him true in every test, In mournful silence round his grave, Fraternal honors to him paia. No mortal tongue can ne'er describe The loss of him, our joy and pride, On whom we lavished tender care. That God our loving boy might spare. Could we God's loving purpose know, Our bitter tears would cease to flow; If we could see God's wise design, Our sorrowing hearts would not repine. 50 DR. PAYNE COMSTOCK. Could we but rise on wings sublime, -. And view by faith a brighter cliine Where mortals live and never die, In mansions bright above the sky. 7" // E / .V V E r EX DE X T. mHE INDEPENDENT is my name; 1 always speak and think the same; Therefore, Iwill not condescend To ignoi-e truth for foe or friend. * My motto is to vindicate The truth and right for conscience sake. The Indepe-NDE.vT must depend For patronage from foe or friend; Each shouh^ give a helping hand To consummate ^i conquest grand. My purpose is to advertise Your business, trade or merchandise. Thus great fortunes have been made In every line and branch of trade; Therefore, dear friends, if you are wise, Without delay please advertise. There's now a chance for one and all. Who on The Indp:pe:jDENt XiaW. DEDICATED 7VJ h'EV. J(r^ that makes us free!" Then le , us sing the chorus from the mountain to the sea, While we go marching to glory. 60 UNCLE sam\s heroes. The men tliat fought tor freedom, boys, great ,, danger did forego, But on the field of battle, boys, they pressed the miglity foe. The rebels fell before them, boys, just like the melting snow, While we go marching to glory. The soldier boys of Uncle Sam were loyal, brave and true. There's one thing they would never stand, I'll tell it now to you, The rebel flag should not supplant the red, the white and blue, While we went marching to glory. Our soldiers did not fight for pay, but for the love of right; Thus inspired, they marched away and fought with all their might. They downed the rebels all the way, and whip- ped them out of sight, While we went marching to glory. INCLE SAM'S heroes. Gl The war is over now, brave boys, and we have gained the day. And Uncle Sam is willing boys, to give us better pay. While he is rich and we are poor, he'll help us on our way, While we go marching to glory. Some people think the surplus now is cumber- some and great, That Uncle. Sam should lower the tax to make our living cheap. But Uncle Sam is not a fool, the soldier boys to cheat, While they go marching to glory. The glorious day is rolling on wdien Uncle Sam will call The soldiers all together, boys, the poor, the great and small. He'll then reduce the surplus, boys, and pension one and all, ^ While we go marching to glory. / ^ I'm V SA iVTA CLA US. Y 1)111 UP is (^landp.i. S inta Clans, you nee J I'm very old. I ; Iways come on Christmas T)a3^, my trensiircs to unfold. To rep^-esent God s precious 'lift, whose k)ve can ne'er be told, W hile we go marchino: on. ( noRUs — Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Glo.-y, Glo^'y Hallelujah, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, Old Sunia Ciaus has come. Eighteen hundred years a'l.o, my mission I began, In giving precious gifts to Christ, God's well beloved Son, Who gave His life upon the cro3s, to save both old and young, While we go marcliing on. SANTA CI A US. 63 In cver}^ chiiroh throiv^hout the land, +hey look for me to come, To put ii]^on the Ch^isi mn^. Tree, a gift for every ore: T^ magniiv the Savior's gift, old Santa Clans has come, While we go marchir 2: on, I steal away to pvivsite homes, and there unload my saeh, The tiny stockir,':,s on the wall, with precious ' ;:,iits I pack, Pop corn, and toys of vaiious kinds, sometimes a Li m her- Jack, Wnile we go marching on. I always huild up Sunday Schools, wherever I may go. In bringing in the children, that every one may know. How much the Savior loved them, eighteen hundred years ago. While we go marching on. BEULAWS IJOLL. 113 EULAH'S baby now is dead, By accident it lost its head; Therefore dear Beuhih, do not weep. This new babe conjes to your rehef. It conies to you already dressed, In modern style, the very best, With auburn bangs of flowing hair. A beauty seldom seen elsewhere. A pretty bonnet; trimmed in bUie, The latest style, complete, and new, It's eyes, like spangled gems of light, They give enchantment to the sight, It's high heeled shoes are neat and good. An antidote for rain and mud, ' Therefore, dear Bealah, don't you cry, This pretty babe will never die. THE OLD HOME. T N musing o'er the past, today, Through memory's glass I look away; 1 see the cot where I was born, Which sheltered me from many a storm, Its clapboard roof with vines o'ergrown — A picture of my dear old home. I see the rude old puncheon floor, The w^ooden latch upon the door; The latch-string always hung outside To welcome all^ — none were denied — The traveler, on his lonely way, With hunger never went away. Our books were few, as you may guess, Pilgrim's Progress was the best,. Except the Bible on the stand, The very best in all the land; It was our guide, from day to day, To lead us in the heavenly way. BH THE OLD HOME. I 8ee my sainted mother there, In sickness she was always near, The having touch of her soft hand, A panacea healing grand; Her smile was like a soft refrain, An antidote, relieving pain; The magic other heavenly tone, Brought joy and gladness to the home. I see again the old arm 'd- chair, Where father always bowed in prayer; The family circle gathered 'romid, Together sang with joyful sound: ''There is a heavenly land ol light, Far, far beyond our mortal sight, Where mortals live, and Lever die, In mansions far above the sky." THt: COT BY THE MILL J\ BEAUTIFUL, cot on the slope by the mill, J A streamlet near by ;it the foot of the hill, Verandjis and attics (jf exquisite taste. With p'een lawn and flowers adorning the place. The flight of a fancy can never describe The pleasures of home from surroundings outside, The happy, bright faces of joy and good will, Pictures of home on the slope by the mill. A hearty, good welcome to strangers who call, The cottage home offers good will unto all; To all our dear neighbors love worketh no ill, As long as we live in the cot by the mill. A home for the preacher when coming this way. For a year, for a month, or a week or a day, All furnished and garnished, so quiet and still. A lovely sweet home on the slope by the mill. ^-THE SWEETEST THIMiS OF I^JAIiTlI By Emma C. Down. Published l)y permission of the l^adies' Ilouic .Joui-nal. \ nr /^HAT are the sweetest things of earth? ^ ^ Lips that can praise a rival's wortli A fragrant rose that hides no thorn; Riches of gold untouched by scorn. A happy little child asleep; Eyes that can smile though they may weep; A brother's cheer, a father's praise; The minstrelsy of sunny days. A heart where never anger burns; A gift that looks for no returns; Wrong's overthrow; pain's sweet release, Dark footsteps guided into peace; The light of love in lover's eyes, Age that is young as well as wise; An honest hand that needs no ward; A life with right in true accord; A hope-bud waxing into joy; A happiness without alloy; A mother's kiss; a baby's mirth — These are the sweetest things of earth. THE BITTEBEST THINGS OF EARTH. By the Author. /*HAT are the bitterent thi n s of earth?- \\ A gloomy heart devoid of mirth A thorn that hides a fragrant rose, A tongue that curses friends and foes. A spoken word devoid of truth; A drunken man below the brute. A jealous wdfe without a cause; Evil licensed by the laws. One who disregards the poor, And turns the beggar from his door; One that takes God's name in vain; A fallen woman, without shame; A wreck upon the railroad track: A female kleptomaniac; A law which taxes and denies A woman's right to her franchise; A mortgaged home sold out for debt; Obtaining money on a bet; A wayward life and sinful mirth — These are the bitterest things of earth. BEAUTY. [;T;]HERE'S beauty in the sunshine And in the rainbow bright. There's beauty in the summer time With gohlen harvests bright. There's beauty in the woodland When dressed in living green; There's beauty in the helping hand, Wherever want is seen. - There's beauty in the snowflake, Descending on the lawn; There's beauty in the angry lake Amid the raging storm. There's beauty in the loving heart, To feel for others' woes — BEAUTY. 71 Some deed of love, some help impart, True beauty always shows. There's beauty in the upright walk, Like the rising leaven; There's beauty in a Godly thought Aspiring up to heaven. T)ELA Y. ^ ^ /^HY wait for the flow of the incoming tide, A fortune to bring, while turning aside P^rom the road of success, to walk in the way Of idle conjecture, uncertain to pay. Why scatter the seed on the unbroken soil, Awaiting, perchance, a reward for some toil, The rain and the sunshine give moisture and glow, But for want of the plowing the crop will not grow. Why dream of great castles, magnificently fair, Floating like shadows dissolving in air. Like bursting bubbles which float on the stream, lUuding the grasp, enchanting the dream. DELAY. 73 Why dream of the future, far better than now, To delve in the earth or to follow the plow, Or to purpose a work never done heretofore, While the poor man is begging a crumb at your door» Why dream of a ladder ascending to fame, Without stepping upward, the top round to gain, Or to think of a burden for others to bear, Unwilling yourself that burden to share? W BITTEN FOB A YOU.\(i LADY. T 'M weary of watching and waiting alone. For the coming of him I love as my own. No other so dear, so loving and kind, His presence, like magic, brings peace to my mind. I long to be with him, and bask in his charms. And lovingly clasp bis dear form in my armsj The days and the nights would pass swiftly away If he could be with me and evermore stay. I dream in the night of my lover, so fair, With bonnie blue eyes, and light flowing hair — More dear to my fancy than gems of pure gold, My love for his name, can never be told. The days are all darkness when he is away, His presence will turn the darkness to day; His words they give comfort to Mollie his pride, Hoping erelong to make her his bride. /. / G II r A y D S HA D w. ^T~^E.E (lark clouds are coming and going again, ^ They bring to us blessings descending in rain, Reviving all nature, enchisnting the scene By clothing tbe meadow and woodland with green. If life were all sunshine, the grass on the plain Would dwindle and perish for want of the rain; The flowers so fragrant woula lose their rich hue And die in the summer for want of the dew. If life had no sunshine, this world would be drear, Its beauties and glories would soon disappear; The rainbow of promise no longer adorn The beauties of nature just after the storm. Both sunshine and shadow in purpose unite To bring out the starlight in darkness of night; Both teaching a lesson which all ought to heed. That hope shines the brightest in time of great need, PhUCK AND (ijRIT; LOVE AND ELOPEMENT. /"^NCE in a time, there lived in Kentucky, A noble young man, whose name was JohnPlucky He courted a lady, whose name was Miss Gritty, Both being smart, accomplished and witty. The age of the lady lacked five of a score, And that of young Plucky, nineteen and no more. - One night in the summer, they stood at the gate, And courted together till nearly daybreak; A contract was made, and sealed with a vow. That on the next day he'd make her his frau. Her father was near, unknown to their sense, Concealed from their view, just over the fence. Early next morning they left on the train, A license to buy, uniting the twain. When, all of a sudden, her father appeared, Opposed to the match, at once interfered, With great indignation, he fell into rage. And swore that the couple were both under age. PLUCK AN!) GRIT. // Tlie loving young couple, tbey did not expect This unluck}"- turn, their minds to perplex; They both tlien agreed, at a subsequent day They'd pack up their kit and then run away — Determined to finish what the^' had begun, By running away, they'd spoil father's fun. A month passed away and things settled down, When, all of a sudden, they were missed from the town! They walked all the day in very great haste, When safely they landed in Illinois state. Good luck! we are safe, exclaimed Mr. Plucky, And laughingly said, "Farewell to Kentucky." They both went together a license to buy, No one to object or the match to defy. The clerk, he believed that both were of age^ And out with a pen, a license he made; They paid him the sum required by the law; The seal was official, without any flaw. (b PLUCK AND GRIT. The Judge of the Court the license then read, And at once he proceeded the parties to wed, By t^e hiw of the state, Miss Gritty was Plucky, In spite of her father, who lived in Kentucky. The cost of the wedding, it took their last cent— To live with an uncle they had to consent. Plucky was smart, and having no tiade, He worked for the uncle with shovel and spade, And plowed in the corn from morning till night. And thus he supported himself and his wife; The summer was ended, the work it played out; For other employment he must look about. On mutual reflection, they thought it was better To write to her father a kind, loving letter. Hoping that time his w^rath would appease, And send them a draft, their wants to relieve. The father then answered, "I'll not give one cent. Because you were married without our consent." Plucky had grit, and would not give up; He made a big stroke, which turned into luck. PLUCK AND GRIT. 79 By making a contract at a dollar per day, With a farmer near by, just over the way. He worked a full year, and it seemed like a dream; The profiti^ were ample to purchase a team. The future to Flucky, it looked like a charm; He said to his w^ife, '*I'll now rent a farm, One being offered at three dollars per acre, On very good terms, being ow-ned by a Quaker." The old man was plain, but honest and kind; Young Plucky just suited the turn of his mind. The bargain concluded, young Plucky did vow. He'd not go in debt for a horse or a cow; The Quaker stood by him and found all the seed, Saying, "Friend Plucky, thee never shall need; Thy motives are pure, not lacking for grit, My farm's at thy pleasure, with all its outfit." The Quaker was sad, being left all alone, His wife having died in the year past and gene; To help his condition and sv\'eeten his life, He took to his home both Plucky and wife; 80 PLUCK AND GRIT. Their kindness to bim, both in sickness and health. 'Twas moi-e to be prized than fortunes of wealth. Ten years passed away and the land made its yield, Abundance in measure was reaped from the fields, The cattle and horses of blood very fine, The yield of the orchards and fruits of the vine, When sold in the market, paid ofi:' all the ren:t, Leaving a surplus of fifty per cent. The Quaker w^as kind; at the close of his life He willed his estate to Plucky and wife; His fortune was large, because he was lucky In showing great kindness to the boy from Kentuck}^ Plucky succeeded, because he had grit. And by the good use of the Quaker's outfit. The father and mother, who lived in Kentucky, In their feeble old age, were very unlucky; The loss of their lands, and money in bank. From a financial crash, reduced them to want; The art of true begging, to them it was new, To drive away want, what else could they do? PLUCK AND GRIT. 81 At last they concludiid, a journey to make, To the home of their daughter, in Illinois State; Having no money, conveyance to pay. They started on foot, and walked all the way; The sight of the home, enchanted their view, Tiiey said to each other, "It cannot be true." The3^ were met by a servant, who came to the door, Saying, "What is your wish?" They answered, ' "We're poor; We want to get lodging, during this night." "Yes," she replied, "we'll do what is right." They entered the parlor, and being alone, They said to each other, "What a beautiful home!'.' In a short space of time, Mrs. Plucky came in, With a smile on her face, and a big heart within. Asking the strangers, to give her their names. The place and the country from whence having came. They answered and said, "We are very unlucky, Having lost our dear home in the State of Kentucky." 82 I'UK'K AND (ilUT. Mrs. Plucky replied, ''^'()ll -nre wclcioiin^ to stay; The-.a|jed and poor, we'll not turn away; The inollior exclaimed, ''W^' thank yovi for ])ity, Toyour fatlier and mother, onr nanu's l)einj>; (Iritty/ •'(), motluM', dear mother!'' the danars having passed sinc(> I Hod from your door." ''^'es," said th(> fatluu", "and 1 woidd not consent. And luriu'd you away witliout giving one cent.'' Mr. IMucky came in, overwhelmed with sur})ris(^ The sight of the old folks l)rought tears to his eyes. "Dear lather and mother, 1 give my consent To make tliis your home without giving on« cent." N ucn AS \v E II A r h: , w e giv e . « r, TTIHE ocean gives moisture, condensing in rain, Descending on mountain and meadow and plain; The ^-ain and the sunshine, with moisture andgh)w, (rive fragrance and beauty to all things below. 'W) imitate nature is to do some good deed To all who are helpless, in times of great need, . Removing obstructions which stand in the way, l^y giving and doing some kindness each day. ''Such as we have," we always should give, Though it be but a penny, some want 'twill relieve; To lighten some burden, some kind word to speak, To cheer the dejected and strengthen the weak. "Such as we have," is what we receive. And such is the measure by which we should give, An impulse of courage, some good to impart, To sweeten the sorrow of some broken heart. (S4 HUCII AH WE HAVE, WE CIVE. There's a fatherless boy in the sluins of the eity Without tender care and no one to i)ity — A jewel, perchance, in that pale hap;o;ar(l form, The polieh of kindness that life will adorn, 'Tis more* blessed to give than it is to receive, This wonderful truth all men should believe; To prove such a blessing, we nnist imitate The blessings of him who died for our sake. I\ L0V7X(j h'EMK}fJi/i'AXCE OF REX PETERS. \ I ^HE rosebud of hope by death snatched awjiy, From parents and kindred who courted itn stay The joy of all hearts, the light of the home, Was the dear little Rex whose spirit has flown. The playthings and trinkets are all laid aside, Obje-'ts of mourning, since dear Rex has died, Mementos and treasures of love never told. More dear to our hearts than fortunes of gold. Grandpa and grandma, both morning and night, To dandle the dear one, it gave them delight; Both uncles and aunts delighted to see The dear little Rex in bis frolicsome glee. 86 REX PKTEHS. The casual observer don't soo nny change; The tiowers and mottoes are all just the same; But-tp father and mother death brings a retiex- Oh! what is their home without little Rex? Our dear little Rex has a far better home In the bosom of Jesus who sits on tlie throne. Free from all sorrow, from sin and all pain, The rose-bud of earth is blooming again. WHAT IS IIOMh: WITHOUT A MOTHER:' < < \ \ /"HAT i8 home without a mother?' Pray can any mortal tell; Ts there one thing or another, That can fill her place so well? "What is home without a mother?" Though it be a mansion grand, 'Tis like a ship without a rudder, Perchance a wreck upon the strand. •'What is home without a mother?" Though it be a humble cot, Want succeeds each day of sorrow. Since the home has lost its prop. "What is home without a mother?" Though its halls with music ring; All its sweetest tones are over, A tuneless harp, without a string. NEGLECT. /^'^F all the sins beneath the sun. Neglect has proved the greatest one, Sad victims crowd her placid way, She seizes them as lawful prey. Indolence graspt? her by the hand. With folded arms she idly stands; No work to do, no good to expect, The consequence ot sad neglect. The brightest prospects of the past, Like phantoms, they illude the grasp Of mortals who procrastinate To work, and will, when 'tis too late. NEGLECT. 89 Fortiinen bequeathed to children dear, Are spent and squandered every year; For want of care, they don't reflect, A fortune lost by pure neglect. Ladies often make mistakes, For want of care in choosing mates; Deceived, they're lett without pretext, The pure reward of sad neglect. FOh' THE ALBUM. ^T^RUE friendship will forever shine In every autographic line; Its living words will always prove A compliment of real love. In every page 'twill leave a mark Of a loving, truthful heart; Time and change will ne'er etl'ace The memories of true friendship's grace. May everN'one who writes \vithi!i Friendship's loving tribute bring — Your c^ompliments in time of need Will always prove a friend indeed. '///a; poisoned vini^j. J^ TENDER vine grew in th(; wood, J ^ A Haj)ling uak near by it stood; '•Dear Mister Sapling," said the vine, "May not my tendriln 'round thee; twin<^?" 'I'lie sapling could not understand The nature of thin strange demand, 'I'licreforc, at first would not consent Unlaws it knew the vine's intent. "My purpose is," replied the vine, "To k(!ep you warm in winter time; My shade will prove a safe retreat To cool your trunk in summer's h(!at. "Therefore, I hope you'll condescend in time of need to be my friend. That I around your trunk may climb To get a glimpse of warm sunshine." 92 THE POiaONKD VINE. The secret then was understood, A mutual union in the wood; T'he bridal vine and sapling groom Enjoyed a blissful honeymoon. Tlie vine, it made a rapid growth Tn twisting 'round the sapling oak; it gathered strength, from time to time And bloomed into a poisoned vine. At this the oak was much ^surprised, Thus to behold its poisoned bride; In order to assuage remorse, It claimed the right to seek divorce. But all its efforts were in vain, Its former freedom to regain; The bridal vine would not withdraw, And justified herself by law. The law refused to interfere. And gave its sanction every year. To justify the monster bride In wholesale death and suicide. THE POISONED VINE. 93 The saplinp: then began to fail — Jtfs healthy look turned deathly pale, Delirium seized the frantic oak, It gas})od and then gave up the ghost. Young man, look not upon the wine, Tliough it may seem a tender vine — It offers friendship in disguise, Deceived thereby^ you'll be unwise. Therefore, dear youth, please be aware. Before the wine your passions snare, If not, 'twill prove a poisoned vine To crusb your soul beneath its twine. ^ liEAUTIFUL city on the slope of the hill, ./ 0'erlookingtheAmbra\v,that flows by the mill. With court house and steeple, magnificently grand, Unequal(Ml by many throughout all the land. The people are pious, excepting a few Who do not believe the Bible is true- Hunting on Sabbath, and fishing for perch. It gives them more pleasure than going to church. 'fhe county othcials, from ten to a score, All handsome and smart, dist\jiguished lor lore. Not taring for preaching, they're left in tlie lurch. While rumor reports only one goes to church. Opportunities lost will never return, Therefore a lesson, which all ought to learn: The secret of life while living on earth — All this von may learn by going to church. HOLIDAY POEM. on, nnHE holidays are coming -■- You'll then need Bomething nice, A precious gift for Nancy Jane, Or for your pretty wife. A fine gold watch, a handsome gift For Pa or Uncle Joe; Or for the girl you love to kiss, A present from her beau. Grandma, you know, is growing old, Her eyes are very dim, And when she tries to read God's word, She cannot see a thing; 96 HOLIDAY POEM. A Christmas gift from lier old man, Of crystal glasses fine, 'Twould make her shout aloud for joy, While reading every line. Watch-chains and rings so very fine. All made of first-class gold, And diamond pins of various styles. Their worth can ne'er he told; A large supply of rich perfumes. And notions by the score; You'll see them in the fine show-case At Dr, Ransom's Store. The finest dolls you ever saw, With pretty rosy cheeks, With auburn hair and light blue eyes, You'll think they ought to speak. Gold pins and fancy envelopes. And brushes by the score; A large supply of toilet soaps, At Dr. Ransom's Store. HOLIDAY POEM. f7 Santa Glaus is coming soon, He's now upon the way; He's going to call at every home, With gifts on Christmas day; His stock of presents are all gone, He'll buy ten thousand more, The finest gifts you ever saw, At Dr. Ransom's Stork. CIRC UMSTA y TIA L E VIDE.\ CE. A FEW years ago, John Brown gave his note For five hundred dollars to Mr. Joe Slote; The note being due by a year and a day. And Brown was unable the money to pay. Slote was a banker with money to loan; To make good the note, Brown mortgaged hishonu' One day In the summer, Brown shot a large deer, To capture the same, at once he drew near; The deer being wounded, spi-ang up at a bound, With blood streaming down from his head to the ground; Brown in the struggle was stained with the blood. While the deer ran a'vay again to the wood. Mr. Slote riding by, on his way to the town, In a short space of time, overtook Mr. Brown. CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE. 99 Tlu'V journeyed together, a half mile or more, When liearingthc wood, were seen l)y Joiin Moore. Slotc being anxious to make better time, Spurred up bis korse, leaving John Brown beliind. Slote and Hrowu parted, about four o'clock, In ten minutes' time, J^rown beard a gun shot. He being anxii)us to capture some game, Marcbed boldly onward, from whence the sound came, Wbcn all of a sudden, a package he lound. Exposed to his view near by, on the ground. i^irsuing bis journey, be soon left the wood, \V\i\\ gun on his shoulder, and sbirt stained with blood; When all of a sudden he met Mr. Nigh, And Mr. .John Rider, both living near by. Rider and others, suspected foul play, Together determined to search the highway, When near by the road side, all covered with bloo Th^Y f)Lii I til) d3id b)d\^ jf Siote in the wood. 100 CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE. The excitement was great, throughout all the towii. When for murder, the State arrested John Brown; Denyibg the guilt he tried to explain, But having no proof, his plea was in vain; His pleading for mercy, would nothing avail, He therefore was hurried away to the jail. The court, wlien assembled, tlie grand jury found, A bill of indictment, for murder by Brown; The Judi>e then demanded, e^\ch witness to stand, And swear to the truth, by an uplifted hand. The ciiarge is for murder; the judge then replied, ^'Are you guilty or not?" BroAvn sternly denied. The Sheriff, on oath; wlien searching he found, A package of notes, in the ])ocket of Brown; Pive hundred dollars, was the sum of one note, Executed by Brown, to Mr. Joe Slote. This shirt in my hand, all covered with blood, I found it on Brown, as he came from the wood. John Moore, on his oath, at once testified. He saw Mr. Slote, on a horse he did ride, CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDEJ^CK. 101 And ]^rovvn with a gun, vvlio walked by his side; A few inoinents passed, when they entered the wood, I saw them no niore, from the i)lae(^ where I stood. Tlie time of the day, wns about four o'ch»ck, In ten minutes' time, 1 heard a gun shot. MOOK?: Ciro\vn I*iin his wnr (<> tlii^ town; '• Pmssihu" us slowly as lie cxmr iVom I lie wood. With uuii on his should(M'. nnd shirt s{:iin«'(l with hlood; 'I'lu' tini;' t>rtho day wa-^ ahout live v>*c;oc'k, Andainih' iVoiii (hr place where Slote wa ^ found 8hot. "\\'(* I'ouud the dead hody ot'Slote in the wood, X(\ar hy (he road side, all covert^d with l)loo(l, His body was >varni. all co\-(>red with ixovc, lie nuist have been shot a short, time bt-fore; in searchinu- his clolhiuj;,-, nolliiui;- was found, Kxceptiuii,- a letter to Siote from John Hrown. Sayinu', My Dear Sir — 1 am unabh^ to pay, Hon't foreclose the mortiiaije till some future dav." Tlie counsel lov ih'ftMidaut not havinjj; found Sullieient j;(>od proof to justify Brcnvn, At last they coneludtHi a witness to nuike Of the defendant himself for facts in the ease. (J I ItC I J M S'l' A N T I A I K V J I ) K N (-" I-: . K )'J On oMtli he tlicn sl;it(!(l, "I owed Mr. Slote 1^'ivo linn(lr(Ml dollars on ;i proinniiswory m/tc. "The state liavin<,^ proved a very sti-oiifj; ease, Otlx r laets, tlierdoi'e, to yon I'll relate. I was alone vviien I aliot the larf^T"^I8 best to look before you leap, Into a stream that's very deep, If you ]iav(^ never learned to swim, A suicide may prove your sin. 'Tis best to look, before you go, Into your field, the grain to sow, For what you sow, you'll surely reajj, It may prove tares, instead of wheat. 'Tis always bet>t, to look within, To see the secret bosom sin. Unseen, unknown, 'twill still remain, The source of everlasting pain, 'Tis always best to have a friend. Ready, a helping hand to lend, A friend in every time of need, Will always prove a friend indeed. THE DESERTED WIFE. A HANDSOME maid of sweet sixteen, Was won and wed by Cliarlie Green. ]>eginning life with prospeets bright, Sehloni known to man and wife. ■Tlieir honeymoon passed swiM^tly by Without a eloud to dim their sk}^; Their future hopes were bright and fair, Like floating easth^s in the air. Tlu'ir home was in a mansion grand, With spreading landseapes on eaeh hand, And shatUnl h\wns of k)vely green, Gave life and beauty to the seene. The husband's father, when lu^ died, To his dear son lie set aside This spler.did mansion and far more — Ten thousr.nd dollars here tofoi-e. THE I)]<>KKTEI) WIFE. 113 Charlie loved a glass of wine, And freely drank from linrie to time; In course of time he could not stop, And thuf? became a drunken sot. His loving wife, o'erwhelmed with tears, Besought him oft with scalding fears To cease the practice of strong drink, But, still, he would not stop to think. His passions, like a great cyclone, Estranged his heart from wife and home; With blood-shot eyes and bloated cheeks, He drank and gambled all the week. His loving wife, filled with remorse Thus to behold his downward course — Her former hopes, as bright as noon, All vanished into midnight gloom. In pondering o'er her husband's fate Temptation stared her in the lace. I only wish that I had died Before I came to be his bride. 114 THE DKSKR'rKI) VVIKK. The niortgivncd home was sold for (Itd)t — Tlu' mil tiny had coino — Three K)ving children aiui a wife Were banished from (lieir home. Ten iJiousand doUars was (he cost Kor gambling- and for rum. A wa^sted life, how great the loss. Of noble maidiood gone. A rude log cabin in the wood, Willi quaint old [)uneheon tloor, Fire-plaee and ehinuiev built ()f mud, Gave shelter for the poor. Such was the home of this poor wife. Married in luxury; A brok(>n lu>art, a blasted life, And abject poverty. iStarvation stared them in the face — The children cried for bread. Hunger and want knew no disgrace, Therefore they had to beg. TIIK DKHKK'I'KI) WIKK. - 115 Their fortJicr mj>nHi^)n could he ween Krotn their old (;abin door ! Mow groat tho contrant now botwecn Thoir happy home of yore. The rriMriHion and th(; iurnitiir(3 Sold for a paltry sum — Vacated by the drunkard's wife To pay th(^ coHt of rum. Delerium from exceHsive drink Crazed tlie drunkard's brain. He threw himself headlong beneath A paHrting railroad train. His mangled body — awful night — Was conveyed to his dear wife. Language cannot paint the scene — A drunkard's death, and want supreme. The funeral cortege passed the door Of once their happy home of yore, Where first they spent their honeymoon, Succeeded by a life of gloom. ] 1 () THE 1 ) i':s p: kt ed wi f k . Sucli was the end of ('harlie Green, Once rid), and ludd in high esteem, W^ho, by strong drink, was made a shive At hi8t, to fill a drunkard^s grave. The funeral pom)), with noding plumes, Can ne'er describe a drunkard's doom; A noble manhood; lost and gone — All, all to pay the cost of rum. A drunkard's grave proclaims to all That men, in highest life, may fall By yielding to the curse of drink ! Unless, at once, they stop and think. Why should this loving wife be poor, And beg her bread from door to door? Her husband's was a life of shame, And yet, his wife was not to blame. Tiie license law held out the bait The appetite to cultivate; Therefore, it gave the right to sell Strong drink, to pave the way to hell. .//.]/ WILLI A MS' \V(>()I>-\VA(^0\. ; i'nl)li>lic!| by i)oniii-5iun (il Sniii..) I'.;ik('!'.l I TOW the rattle of tlie wagon On the iiaggin' in the street Holds tlie ehordn of a music To my weary soul so sweet. An' th(> ])layful winds a whirlin' Dust an' eurlin' up behind Ts a ])aintin' pictures of the y)ast An' a holdin' 'em to mind. Now a hco r see a beamin' An' a -gleam in' o'er the load Where Jim Williams, like a king, Sits on his throne o' hickory wood, Little noticin' or heedin' Of the pleadin' of us kids Trompin' through the dust an' mud holes That the wagon's shadder hid. Holdin' on behind the wagon, Almost draggin' as we tried To surmount the boblin' couplin-pole To have a little ride. 118 JIM WILLIAMS' WOOD-WAGON. With the sun-brown on our features An' our breeches patched or torn, While the flappin' straw hats failed To hide the wealth of curls unshorn. None but ang(ds as they saw us E'er could ch-aw us an' impart All the happiness or soirow That found lodgement in the heart. So just save your color, painter. 'Taint er bit o' use to try To [)aint the sweetness of the music FoUnd in childhood's nielodv. Like a ripened shock I'm only Sad an' lonely waitin' here For the driven to come for me; An' when'er he does appear Let the music of the wagon On the flaggin' in the street Be the dirge of the funeral With Jim Williams on the seat. HARK THE SONG. [Air, "Sweei By 'and liy.''] r,X;]HERE\S a nong for the children to sing, With the aiigelB who stand 'round the throne, Unto Jtisus, our Saviour and King, Who was horn on this bright Christmas morn. Caorus: — Hark the song; angels sing, Peace on earth and good will to all men, Hark the song; angels sing, Peac e on earth and good will to all men. Hallellujah to Jesus we'll sing, Who was born with the beasts of the stall; 120 HARK THE SONG. Now exalted a Saviour and King-, And the Maker aiid iMonareh of all. Chorus: — Multitudes of the heavenly throng, * In aseriptions of praises sublime- Hallehijah to Clod, is their song, For the gift of a Saviour Divine. Chorus: — Let the children unite in the strain, Singing praises to J*\sus their King; In the sweet by and by they shall reign, With tln/ir Saviour, in glory to sing. MABTINSVILLE. pIRST I'll speak of Martinsville, A railroad town upon the hill. A better town you'll seldom find On the Vandalia railroad line. In point of trade it will compare With rival towns most anywhere; Its Imsiness men, of earnest pluck, Are always turning something up. The streets are wide and pavements good, Built out of brick and first-class wood; Large business blocks show enterprise Surpassing towns of larger siz^. Buildings of brick and wood and stone Transformed like magic into homes, In modern style, and perfect skill — Such are the homes of Martinsville. lli'i MAirri N.SVII l.K. The hij;li-S('lu)ol huildiiij; on tht' hill Sprfika \v\>ih1(Ms Tor old Martiiisvilh>; lis praliiiL!, hell prochiiinM ji tone: This is tht' plnco to iuiy :i honir. hry u'oods :iri> roiiiul at (MiMrlio's storo — N'oii'll SCI' his nnnu' ahovo thr dooi; He'll [vvM yoii kindly cvt'iy way, Ami say ph^ast* call n^ain sonic day. Phrase call on Williams, if you ch(n>sc, Kor dv\ uotxls, or for hiuUs and shoes. He'll show you m>ods \'vi)\\\ morn till ni^hl, If yon will kiH'p (he cash in si^ht. It yon but wish a suit hrand lunv. First sci> what Charlie II. can do. For mont'V d(>wn he'll n»akt> you laugh, l>y selliui;- cheap for ready cash. Shinkle, Kasi«;-, (lamhle, tot>, Will sell ycui drugs both old and tuMv; .\nd tint^ cigars o( tirst- class brands, With toilet scnips to wash your hands. MARTINSVIIl.K. 12.'^ MrNary k< (■i>s ii hardwMrc sloi'r I^'or all your waiitK, and fdi tiincK irior* ; All kinds ofcookin^^ stoves the best, He'll waira.nl tlicin to sland iln^ test. if you are sick willi lever hot, Just call on Doctor J. ('omstock. iMcNary, too, will do liis ix-st To ijjive youi- aching!; stoni:icli rest. The peoj)le, too, ai"e all polite; Tlieir friendshij) always gives delight; To rich and poor, and all who will, Will find warm hearts in Martinsville. If you are anxious for a wife To make you happy all your life, The pretty girl to fill the bill, You'll surely find in Martinsville. And last of all, please stop and think Before you take a whisky drink — Let the winds blow high or low, Have courage, then, to answer no! .1/ fSS .1 ESS I A', O /.' A I. JUO A , ILL. p;^AIR little .I(.>ssi(^ of Albion town, A jew(»] of beauty as ever wan found; Her elu^ekH, like Ibe ros(>s, all bcantifnl, I'air, WMth pretty bhu' eyes and rieb ssion tbrow out a sweet sniil(>; Tbe tlasb of bcr brij^bt eye, ber sw^eet niaj;i(; tone, Brinujs life and sweet suusbine to all in tlu^ borne. May tbe bitureof ,lessie, ho like ber s>veetebarnis, Or like tbe dear ehildren in ('brist's loving arms, Then surely His blessings will restu])on tbce, A future of glory shidl thine ever be. When life is all over, 1 boi)e tben to meet, The dear little Jessie, in heavtni to greet. Clothed in white garments, together we'll sing, The praises of Jesus, our heavenly king. IJVMX. [Air, VlU'iihili Land.'?] /^^OME ye that love the Lord indeed, Who are from sin and sorrow freed; Tiie ^reat redemption loud i)roclaim Salvation through the Saviour's name. (vHOR. On Pisgah's Mount by faith we stand, And view the glorious promised land, Its vales with milk and honey flow. For weary pilgrims here below. While pressing on to gain the prize; A heavenly mansion in the skies. The dazzling mansions bright and fair, Adorned with precious jewels rare, By faith its glories we behold. And yet the half can ne'er be told. Chor. I2f> HYMN. O ! in a y \a' p ri p c o n wi n gs su bl i i n e , » And view by faith that heavenly clime, T(vsing the anthems of the skies. Where everlasting glories rise. Ch OR. The brightest glories of that place, Will be to see the Saviour's face; His wondrous glories to behold, Whose love can never more be told. THE CANNING FACTORY. A SCO RE of fine ladies all handsome and fair, Dressed in fine clothing with bangs of fine hair All canning tomatoes by day and by night, To earn a few pennies, it gives them delight. Five pennies a canful, is very good pay, To every good worker, who works all the day. Thus making a dollar, when the work is all done, Besides all the pleasure of jolly good fun. A faithful, good worker has no time to play, Her motto is business, to make her work pay. Surpassing all others, it gives her delight. Good men are all anxious to find such a wife. The very best lady will always forego, A moment of pleasure and give up the show, And always be ready, with knife in her hand, An example to follow, commendable, grand. 128 THE CANNING FACTORY. A girl who is shirky is not worth a dime, White laughing and joking she fools away time Unfitted for working, for business or trade, She's sure to live single, and die an old maid. ^ I hope all the ladies will take this advice. And always be ready to peel with the knife; While duty first calls you, be ready to go, And never skedaddle to see a big shovy. LIXES TO THE ME MOBY OF MRS. DR. LOW. * [, I JHE light of the home has departed. To chmes more hrilliant and fair, To mingle with all the pure hearted, Free from all sorrow and care. Her mission of life is now ended. Her struggles and conflicts are o'er, In triumph her soul has ascended, To dwell with her Lord evermore. The Lord was her shepherd, hethought it wasbest To gather one more to his fold, To live in green pastures of heavenly rest, And to dwell in a mansion of gold; In dazzling, bright mansions so fair, Prepared by her dear loving Lord, In patience she waited and longed to be there, Inspired by the hope of His word. 130 LINES TO THE MEMORY OF IMKS. DK. I.OU She died in the hope ol'brioht glory, Believing in Christ crucified, ProolQ^iniing the wondrous story, Of heivven, just over the tide. I'll soon be among the bright angels, Free from all sorrow and pain, To see the redeemed of all ages, With Jesus forever to reign. We bid thee adieu, dearest mother. We would not recall thee again, To this world of sorrow to sufter, A life of temptation and })ain. // VMN. f NBOUNDli:]) mercy love divine, A lii^ht in every land to shine; From heaven discending full and free, roasting as eternity. A living Btream, a gentle flow, Of heavenly bliHS to all who know, The power of justifying grace, Of heaven above, a Hweet foretaste. Immensity of love unknown To shining angels 'round the throne, Pardon and peace to sinners given, By Christ the only way to heaven. O blessed (irace iny heart inspire, With heavenly love and strong desire, To soar away on wings of love. And taste eternal joy above. Then shall I feel, and see and know. All that I heard of Christ below; When mortal life and flesh shall fail, I'll rest in peace within the vail. OlJli CAUSE IS MAUCIlIMr OX. [Tune, 'Mohn lirown's nody.^j J^^ EAR friends and loving neia^hbors, we come to you to-day, To ask you for subscriptions to help us on our way, 'J'o build a church in Newton, where truth will have the sway, While we go n)arching on. Chorus: Glor}^, glory, hallelujah! glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! while we go marching on. We're poor and few in numbers, and yet our faith is strong, For Jesus is our Captain, He bids us march along; From ccmqueringunto conquest, until the work is done. While we go marchiugon. Chorus: A Baptist Church in Newton will help our cause along, Where we may preach the gosple of God's beloved son ; Therefore, dear friends, please help us, and God will say, well done, While we go marching on. Chorus: OUR CAUSE IS MARCHING ON. 133 A Baptist Church in Newton a monument will stand For our Baptist principles majestic, true and grand; All in perfect harmony with our dear Lord's com- mand, While we go marching on. Chorus: We pray the Lord to help us while we are march- ing on. In this our glorious enterprise, in honor of His son; We'll give thee all the glory when the work is doae. While we go marching on. Chorus: The C\)innioi\-i;il Traveler A The Letter in Trnnt The Old Settlers. 25 The Lost Cane 30 Fashionable Religion ol Savior Springs 34 Thanksgiving Hynni .... 37 The Temperance Army 39 Tn Loving Remembrance of Mrs. Evaline Curd 42 Birthday Anniversary 44 Sabbath Hymn 46 The Future 47 Advice 49 The Smart Boy 51 INDKX. 185 Th<' MittcM 52 III Mciiioriain 58 In L(>viii<2; UeincnihraiKM^ of Dr. l^iyiu;' ('oniHtock 55 The Independent 57 Dedic;it(!d to Rev. .Joseph Lonj.', 5S Uncle Sain'K Heroes 51) Santa Claus 02 l^>eulah'H Doll (H Tlie Old Home 05 The Cot by the Mill (*)7 Th(! Sweetest Things of Earth 0« The Bitterest Thino-s oi" Earth iV.) Beauty 70 Dehiy 72 Written for a Young Lady 74 Light and Shadow 75 Pluek and Grit; Love and Elopement 7() Such as we Have we Give 88 In Loving Remembrance of Rex Peters 85 What is Home without a Mother ? 87 Neglect 88 For the Album 90 The Poisoned Vine 1)1 One (iocs to Church 94 Holiday Poem 95 Circumstantial Evidence 98 Wonderful Things 105 136 ' INDEX. Fools 107 Dead Horse 100 Tha Bachelor 110 Look Out HI The Deserted Wife 112 Jim Williams' Wood-wagon 117 Hark, the Song 119 Martinsville 121 Miss Jessie, of Albion, 111 124 Hymn 125 The Canning Factory 127 Lines to the Memory of Mrs. Dr. Loav 129 Hymn 131 Our Cause is Marching On 182 EKATTA:— rage ^4, liist line of last verse shmild read: The example of Ilim who died lor our sake. Page li:{, liryttwo lines of 2nd verse should read: Mis loving wife, o'erwhelmed with fears liesought him oftwitfi scalding tears.