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Show WHEN? If I imk told (hat T unit li to-morrow Tha. lb nm tun WUi'-b tiai, liquid bear ma put all fur, and Alt tb Sfbt fought, and all tha abort Jonroay ' Wliat ikonld X do? I do not thlok that I ihoald ibrlak or talUr, Butjuac f oo. Doing ay work, our cbm- nor tk u altar Aaslit that font: But tie and wsT and love and smlla and pray Vor on more day. Aid lying down at night for a laat alaeplng, riay in thai ear Which liarkJi eter, "Lord, within thy kaepinf Tl y ihoold I fear! And, vbaa to-morrow briDK Thaa naarar atill, Do Ihon Thy will." I tnLjht not aleap hi iwr; bnt paacaful. Uodar, hlj aoul wauld lla AH oijbt loo--; and, whsa itie mornlnc iplendor Vlahd o ar th. ttr, I tbink that I couli iraile, and calmly aay, "It li hia day." But If a womlaroua hand from tha blna yonaar Held out a icroil 0& which my life wu writ and I with won Jar Beheld unroll To a long century a end iu nijatic claw What ahould 1 du! What could ao do? 0 B'amd OoJda aid Mai tar, OtbarthaD thla Still to go on then aa now, nodlowar, futer, Nor fear to mlu Tha roal, although to Jtiy long it be Whila lod by Theai StP 1T tep, fcelinc Threclom baaida ma, AUhoiiKli uukuowo; Tbou--b thorca, thouth Oowart, whatbar tba tampeit bide Thee, Or bear tin serene Asurod Tby faitlifulnass cannot betray, Thy lora decay. I may not know, my God; no band rTaaleLh Thy coun-ala wise; AloEg tba pslb no deepening dadow itoalatb. Ho voice repliea To al, my quoitioning thought, tba tlma to tell, And it 19 wall. Lot we koop on, aMding nod unfaariog Thy will alwaji, Through a long cantnry'a r!pe fruition. Or a ihert umj'i. Tbou can's! not come too soon, aud I can wait, If thou come laio. : THE LADIES. Mr. Beecber received nerly 1,200 calls on New Year's-day, about 200 more than the year before. Those great, bijr, ugly mean, good-for-nothinj; SpauiBh ministers won't little King Alfonsist have his ma. An old maid near Reading, Pa., married a tramp. Perhaps that's the beat use you can put a tramp to, aftsr all. Boston Fost. A Nevada girl has Bued a man for ilander or saying that a Piute made a cent out of a pair of half-worn stockings she had thrown away. Trying to do business without advertising ad-vertising is like winking at a pretty girl in the dark; you may know what you are doing, but nobody else does. This ia leap year, and the ladies have begun looting around for their v:ctims. Handsome young men will iiu well to purchase their ferocious bull-dogs without delay. "I thought you said your head ached five minutes ago," said mtther when George asked for more candy. "So it did," said George, "and I BUp- ' pose it does now, only I can't feal it." When a California woman defeated a lion in a hand-to-hand combat, ths neighbors were greatly astonished, but her husband Quietly remarked, "Oh, that's nothing, That woman could lick the devil. Miss Kellogg again says that report that she is going to marry Smith ain't so. But we don't have any word from Smith. Why don't he come out and say he ain't going to marry Miss Kellogg, and get even with her? "The excuse of the third man," said Mr. Moody, illustrating the parable para-ble of the guests who were backward in coming forward, "was more absurd than any I have married a wile, and therefore I cannot come.' Now, why didn't he take his wife along with him?" The Kev. Mr. Shipman, of Norwich, Nor-wich, says that he was once called to marry a man who was tn Vv nr,iii i.l, (Uutiii nuo. as lie approached the couple, heBaid, at usual, "Please rise." The man lidgeted about on his chair, and finally remarked, "We've usually sot." The Pittsburg young Ladies wore indignant over their namea beiDg published in the Commercial in connection con-nection with New Year's calls. The poor editor, in order to pacify them, was obliged to refer to Washington, Chicago, Boston and Salt Lake city, where such announcements are made. There was a decided falling off in kerosnne cremation last week, our "exchanges" reporting only eight cases, all women. Generally there is a man or two included in these little domestic ceremonies men who happen hap-pen to be standing too near when the oil U poured on the slow fire. We drew closer to the bedside, bed-side, a stillness, as of death, being on us all. We took one tiny band, now wasted and. pale, within our warm palms, when the large blue eyes opened to their fullest extent, and a sweet voice laid to the weeping; mother, ' 'Tiss me, mamma, once more." She had none to him. We think, as our memory takes us back, of a little mischievous girl, with bright blue eyes and rosy lace, who coming in from school with books under her arms would cry out, "lias me, mani-mt; mani-mt; I'm so cold." One little chair ia empty at table; one little bed will ne'er again contain Amy, and the room, ah, so cheerless now! |