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Show . 1 . . j ASHORE. i (By Gertrude M. Ilulse.) t Cast anchor, now, seamen, the shore t hi re 1 yee, t It reflects in calm waters a vision to me; Myriads cf saints and angels are there, How divine and how glorious is the light j everywhere, i St. Michael in armor, with drawn sword j in hand, With myriads of angels guard this promised prom-ised land. ! The Master is calling, a spirit takes liiehr, Ands this vision is veiled has fadea from sight. How glorious this kingdom for which the saints sigh. , Death robbed of his terrors, they fear not tu die; If earth has her pleasures, they echo but sighs. Kcsoiimi in the heart tomorrow it dies; f ancels in children smile on us toda, ! Tomorrow, sad tomorrow time stole ! them away; We can love nothing here, it passes us by i On the altar of sacrifice cherished hopes j. lie. i And by chilling the h-rt and veiling the I. eye, i To earth daily dying we may learn to die; I Catch one single glimpse of the edge ot ! the shore Where the ship has cast anchor, and 1'ilcted o'er Is a sniil by the angels. Now may we all j hie! a In Thy wounds, O my Savior, that open so wide. j DAYS GONE BY. j ' (By James Whiteomb Riley.) h O the days cone by! O the days gone by! l The applis in i!ie orchard and tne patn- : way in the rye; ! The vlniruo of the roubin and the. whistle ' .. of the jumH. I' As be piped i. cross the meadow sweet as a:iv nightingale; When the bloom was on the clover and the blue was in the sky. And my happy heart brimmed over in the days gone by. " Jn the d ! s gone by, when my naked feet J ? were trmped V By the honeysuckle tangles where the f" water lilies dipped, : And the ripples oi the river lipped the ; moss along: the brink. f. Where the placid-ey. d and lazy-footed I cutt!a came to dr.nk. $ And the tilling snipe stood fearless 01 I the truant s wayward cry, f: And the splashing of the swimmer, in ..'; the days gone by! I O the davs gone by! O the days gone by! ! The music of the laughing lip, the luster j . The childish faith in fairies and Alad- f ' din s mpgic ring j The simple, snul-reposing, glad belief in j For life X, a'mce a story, holding neither sob nor sigh, j In the golden, oldc-n glory of the dais j gon2 by. f : ! A South African Tairy Tale. Here is a Kaffir fairy story. It is j called Pomane and Denianza." 'and Is f , a very good example of the kind of story j ; current among the ausky "boys1' of South Africa. Hemane and Demanza are husband and wife, living together in a cave. Demane one dav goes out to hunt, but tells his ; wife before starting that on no account s! must she cook any food during his ab- i sence, lest the cannibals, attracted by the smell of the cooking, rindout the cave s and carry her off and eat her. i Demanza directly after her lord has ! pone commences to prepare a meal, with ! the result that one of the cannibal I knocks at the "door" of the cave and i demands admission. This is refuse him. ! o the cannibal goes and consults with his tribesmen, and they burn his throat, i v.hV h changes his voice to a very smooth tone, like that of a girl. He returns to the cave and is this time admitted. The cannibal can-nibal at once ties Demanza up In a sack he has brousrht with him and takes her away to his own habitation. Demane. returning home with a swarm 3 of bees he has found, discovers his wile's absence. Forthwith he tracks the canni- b:il to hiis lair. The latter has leH"Demn- I za tied up in the sack while he goes to fetch pome relations to Khare in the feast i that is to follow. So demane releases his wife and substitutes in the sack the swarm of bees, and the husband and wife at once make themselves scarce. The would-be feasters arrive, and the cannibal tells one of them to get something good out of the sack. He attempts this, but is stung for hi pain. Ho mine host, himself, to disprove I ihe charge oX practical joking that has been unanimously preferred, goes to the sack., on opening whic-h all the bees swarm cut and sting him so unmercifully that I he rushes from the cave and jumps into a pond head first and sticks in the mud at f s the bottom. Thus he dies, and Demane ' nnd Demanza appropriate all his wealth - and live happy ever after. |