Don't you worry at the winter!

There's a streak of shine about, And before the storm is over There's a daisy peeping out!

Spring is coming clothed in beauty, And her lilies laughing white Wait beneath the melting snow-drifts For the days of their delight!

Over yonder smile the gardens, And the sky above is blue; And your sweet-heart trips the meadows With the roses red for you!

Little Sermons.

A man's conscience preaches more eloquent sermons than the Savior on the Mount.

If men were less evil, it would be much easier for their fellows to walk the narrow way.

If the Bible reduced virtue to a mathematical demonstration of its cheapness over Vice, the mourner's bench would break down with the repentant sinners.

At the End.

At the end of the day What reward shall we gain For the pleasures of play And the presence of pain?

When the sun shall have set What reward shall we get?

As we sing and we sigh Through the years' tangled ways, Through the winter's wild cry, Through the blooms of the Mays,-- When the years all have set, What reward shall we get?

Through the battle and strife, Through the right and the wrong, We shall climb to the life Where the years are a song; When the sun shall have set, There's a crown we shall get!

If the Luxuries and Vices were banished from this world, Virtue would get so rich in a twelve-month that she would summon them all back and give them greater liberties than they enjoyed before.

A Popular Preacher.

"Ah done tole yuh, Sam, dat new pweacheh ob ouahs am de bestes' man in de pulpit dat ebbeh Ah see."

"How come, Rastus?"

"Why, doan't yuh know, de otheh night when de weatheh wuz so mighty col', he nebbeh said a wohd ehbout h.e.l.l-fiah, but jes' exhohted ehbout hebben bein' a wahm en pleasan' place whah de flowehs bloom en de wohteh millions git red heahts de whole yeah roun'; en sebenteen ob dem young sinnehs come up to de mohneh's bench en got 'ligion mighty quick!"

An Incurable.

"And what is the peculiar derangement of this patient?" asked a visitor of the Superintendent of the Insane Asylum, as an especially abject victim was seen writhing and cowering in a padded cell.

"O, he is not insane,--he is just a common idiot," said the Superintendent. "He sent comic valentines, and they had no other place to put him!"

Good Morning,--Good Night!

As life with its glories Crowds close in the light, Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night.

No matter what fortune Comes down in swift flight, Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night.

Walk still in the sunshine, Where blossoms bloom bright; Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night.

And out through the orchards Where mirth rules in might, Tell pleasure good-morning And sorrow good-night!

It is always easy to find plenty of weeds in the garden of life, if you are looking for weeds; but then even the weeds have blossoms of love upon them!

Kansas Has Her Dander Up.

When Kansas gets her dander up and reaches for her gun, I think some folks will chase themselves and hike out on the run; I think the railroads will be good, John D. come off the perch And christianize the Standard Oil until it joins the church; I think the trusts and wicked men that once were all so bad Will mercy pray when once they know that Kansas can get mad!

The people there have stood a lot since first the state began; They've pa.s.sed through many trying times as varied seasons ran; They've had the drouth, survived the flood, and isms good and ill Have overcome with st.u.r.dy heart and never-dying will; But now with patience broken quite new battles must be won: And Kansas has her dander up and reaches for her gun!

The Octopus must watch his ways and guard his awful arms, And keep his eyes peeled mighty close around the Kansas farms; The days of peace are over there! too long the robber-trust Has rifled all their pocket-books and left them but a crust; But Kansas has a sudden way of stopping all the fun, When once she gets her dander up and reaches for her gun!

"John Brown of Ossawatomie!" There's freedom in the phrase!

St. John with prohibition and old Peffer with his craze!

And now the world is waiting for the fire-works and the sights When Trusts will get insomnia and lie awake of nights; For she will take the bakery and capture every bun, When Kansas gets her dander up and reaches for her gun!

O, bold and reckless financiers! Take warning ere you fall!

You'd better stop awhile and read the writing on the wall!

Your hands are red with human blood, they're dripping human gore, And by the G.o.ds above they swear, you shall not rule them more; With hands that act, with hearts that dare, she'll get you every one, For Kansas has her dander up and reaches for her gun!