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COME BACK. We return, we return to more." Greek chorut. Come back. t cry, but cry I vain! Lost yolithI retirnls no mo11re, Ships that go sailing W'mr the maIinl, These may come back to shome: Rut Youth-6". dreams of lost <1elight! I Is qu1ened Iin nature% e-ndls ih Come back. cry, bit cry lin v in! Lo04st yoith no answer yiolds. The rose that last year g raced1 the plai TIhis year may Muh the field<. Rift Yutit h-O. st ia of Iife'A bright t rack! Who ever watched it trailing back? Comne back, I cry, hilt ery in vain! Lost youth Io more rettrns, Love, dying. spritngs to life againl From out funeral urns 1iut Yout h-O. flame of Strong desire! Who can re-light the ancient, fire? The moon, in (uestloting, Is dmlb! Siun, stars. are slileit. too! Where'r at nature' shrine we come, She whispers notialig niew. 'Ile world is old. the world is cold, Swice lost Youth lies beneath the mold. 1 -W. E. Pabor. I The Lord's Answer. Something stayeI his fleet; there was a fire in the grate within-for the night was chilly-and it lit uip the little parlor and brought out in startling etlects the pictures on the wall. But these were as noth ing to the picture on the hearth. TLhere, by the soft glow of the fire light, knelt his little child at her mother's feet, its small hands claspe( in prayer, its fair head bowed, and as its rosy lips uttered each word with childish distinct ness the father listened, spell-, bound to the spot: "Now I hay lle dlowi to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to kee'p; If I shold die before I wake. I pray the Lord my soul to take. Sweet innocence. The man himself, who stood there with bearded lips shut tightly together, had said that same prayer at his mother's knee. Where was that mother now? The sunset gates ha( long ago unbarred to let her pass through. But the child had not finished; he heard her "God bless mamma, papa andl my own self"--then there was a pause, andl she lifted her troubled blue eyes to her mother's face. "God bless papa," promnptedl the mother, softly. "God bless papa," lisped the lit tle one. "And please send him home so her.'' lie could not hear the moth er, as she said this, but the child f'ollowed in a clear, inspired tone: "God-bless papa-and please --send him-home sober. A men." Mother and child sprang to their reet in alarm when the door open-i ed so suddenly, but they were not atfraid when they saw who it was, returned so soon: but that night, when little Mamie was being tuck ed up in bed, after such a happy romp with papa, she said, in the sleepiest and most contented "Mamma, God answered m prayer quick, didn't He?" --"Father," said a cobler's lad, pegging away at an old shoe, "they say that trout bite good now." "Well, replied the old gentleman, "you stick to your work, and they WOn't. bite youl." That Easy Chair. A few evenings ago a furnitur, ielivery wagon was driven ip iL rront of a prominent Newport ntn residence, and the driver, taking tine large softly cushioned cas' :-hair from it to the front doot rang the bell. The mistress of th, [)remises happening near, opener Ahe dtoor.. "Are you Mrs. Stayup?" aske< ,he man. "I am," she responded. "-Well, here's an easy cheer to "An easy chair! Why, neve'r or lered it from ainy one." "No, but your husband did." "He did? What ! I never tolt din to get one! There must be j nistake about it. What did h< "Well, I. only heard him tell th4 )Oss that he often got home purt3 ate and that you always sot ul or him without sleepin' any, anc -ou had no easy c-hair, and h< hought mebby if you had a righ oft. easy one like this you'd go u< leep in it., and he could slip ui tairs and crawl in bed withou1 vakin' you." "Ah, that's his scheme, is it' rell, you just ta ke th at chair righ ack again, and when he conei iome to night, if it's to-morrov norning, I'll be there as usual, o1 ny same old chair, and I'll teacl im how to injure my charactei )fore the public." Then sh< dammed the door.-Kentueki iftte Journal. -He was a Cincinnatti report r, down South to feel the politica )ulse of the people. When hi -eaclhed Birmingham, Alabama, h4 tsked a policeman for the where thouts of a free trader who woul( )e apt to "pan out" on an inter 'iew. The offlcer walked hin ihout a half a mile and turned hin )ver to a second, and the secon( )assed him to a third. The thir( vas walking him to. the city lim ts, when the reporter inquired: "Does he live far from here?" "Live? Why the man is dead!' "Dead?'' "Certainly;- I thought you want ~d to see the tree on which h<4 iung himself, lie got so lonesom< tere that he even spoiled a goo< set of harness t~o get a rope t< :hoke hlimself with." ----Gilhooly strolled into a fash onable Austin church last Sun lay j ust before service began. Thi 'exton followed him up, and1 tap pin him on the shoulder and point ng to a small cur that had follow Ad.him into the sacredl edifice said "Dogs are not admitted." "That's not my dog," responde< Gilhooly. "But he followed you.' "Well, so did you." The sexton growled, and remov ed the animal without unnecessar violence. -A wit being asked by a seed poet whether he had written any thing he thought would live, r< plied: "iBefo~re you trouble your self on that score I advise you t write something that will let yol live." r .PoRTABLE, TRACT leisgines. 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