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Show i loiloys ana Qirls... EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. ' 5 Tilts department 5s conducted solely In the inter- rsts of our girl and boy readers. i Aunt Busy Is glad to hear any time from the .,jpCps md nephews who read this page, and to give ; ) i -mi all the advice and help in her power. J Write on one fide of the paper only. Do not have letters too long-. original stories and verses will be gladly received s carefully edited. I Tie manuscripts of contributions not accepted will i ! ;)P r-jt'irned. ! Address all Jitters to Aunt Busy, Intermountain i ? ratlu.-Iic, ?alt Lake City. i . , i i LETTERS AND AXSWZRS. J Salt Lake City, Utah, Nov. 5, 1907. J D.-.t Aunt Busy: Hello, Auntie? How are J vr, i I am fine and in the, best of health. How are ;1;p pieces I sent in? Will they do? "Well, good- l ,c. vour loving niece, THERESA POWELL. Au.'it Buy is very well, thank vou, dear, and I v.ry released to hear from you again. The pieces I vr.ii fiected arc very good and Aunt Busy will use f -M copy next week. i i j 2762 Pacific ave., Ogden, Utah. I IV.ir Aunt Busy: I am writing to you for the I fir ft time. I go to the sisters' school. I am in the 1 lift h sirade. I am 14 months here from Ireland. I ! like tills place very well. I have a pretty rosary li.-hd? I got from a sister coming away. I have two fj-trrs and six brothers. We say the rosary with i mother every night. I mado my communion in Irilr-n l. Good-bye, Aunt Busy. I will write to you I r.pa-in. AMY" BLACKMORE. j Yen are very welcome, little girl, and Aunt I Bur hopes to hear from you often. Aunt Busy I I thinks that any little girl who has received her re-it re-it I ligious education in Ireland is an extremely for-! for-! j tunat e little girl. There are no mothers in tlw j world as devoted to the religious education of their . j little children as the Irish mothers. 2Jay God bless j j tbrm all! ! j Ogden. Utah, Nov. 6, 1907. ,i 1 IK nr Aunt Busy: I said the rosary every night : in October and I am going to say a decade every I night this month for the poor souls in purgatory, j I I gi tn school every day and I go to Sunday school I I f-vrrv Sunday. I am in the Holy Arigel sodality. I I am your loving niece, ROSE SPIDEL. i j 200 West Twenty-eighth street. ' i. You are a dear little girl and Aunt Busy is proud of you. She will certainly send you a very : j pretty holy picture and an extra one for saying the i j decade during this month. j Ogden, Utah, Nov. 3, 1907. j j Dear Aunt Busy: I said the rosary every night' I j in October and I am going to say a decade this J I month for the souls in purgatory. Your loving j j niece, MARGUERITE SPIDEL. I j A pretty holy picture for you, too, dear little ! I niece, for the October prayers and an extra one I 'or November. Write soon again, dear. I THE LOST CHORD. Seated one day at the rogan, I I I was weary and ill at ease; 1 ! And my fingers wandered idly ' Over the noisy keys. It . - I know not what I was playing I I Or what I was dreaming then, ! But I struck one chord of music j j Like the sound of a grand amen. : 1 It flooded the crimson twilight, I ! Like the close of angel's psalm. I j And it lay on my fevered spirit jj j Like a touch of infinite calm. I ! Tt quieted pain and sorrow I Like love o'ercoming strife; i j It seemed a harmonious echo I I From our discordant life. j I It linked all perplexing meanings I j Into one perfect peace, j And it trembled away into silence I i As if it werp Inntb tn fpflcp. I 1 I I sought, but I seek it vainly, That one lost chord divine hich came from the soul of the organ And entered into mine. t f J. mav be that death's bright angel I Will speak in that chord again; It may be that only in heaven 1 hhall hear that grand amen. ' Adelaide Anne Procter. I I The Children's Hour. , Granny's come to our home An', ho, may lawzy daisy! AH the children round the place I Is ji-t 'a-running crazy. I Inched a cake for little Jake, j An' fetched a pie for Nanny, I Ai:' ff tched a pear for all the pack At runs to kiss their granny. u?7 Ellen's in her lap, A:.' Wade an' Silas Walker 1 B'-il! a-riding on her foot, A v Poo's on the rocker, jj Am, !.'irthy's twins, from Aunt Martin's. little orphant Annie, I As! ;i-cating gingerbread, I A' " girgleum at granny. I 1;, ;: tjlp fajry faes j j -r thought or wondered 1 1 i '.undance o' other storie3 1 knows a hundred! I the one for '"Whittington," . I i 'Golden Locks"' for Fanny '. 1 J" V r m a,3?h and clap their hands '-'(.nun to Granny! i"-k the Giant Killer's" good, ! i A ::' 'Beanstalk's" another, 1 iii" one of "Ciudercir' Ami her old grandmother. J un's best of all tlic rest i 1 f-t-t one of any ii-rc the mices scamper home I Like v,e runs to Granny. Janies Whitcomb Riley. ! y woman may feel certain on this poit:t f irrJl-'iin .trtats his mother and sisters so he will -: rj his wif. Pix months after marriage. If a Jr, 'm assure herself that her lover is respected t hked hy 2js mae frjend3 and is a favorite at 'e -A io may be pretty sure that in listening to I 8 0ve e is choosing wisely. . , - REST. My feet are wearied and my hands are tired, My soul oppressed And I desire, what I have long desired-Rest desired-Rest only rest. 'Tis hard to toil when toil is almost vain, In barren ways: , 'Tis hard to sow and never garner grain, In iarvest days. The burden of my days is hard to bear, But God knows best; And I have prayed but vain has been my prayer For rest sweet rest. i 'Tis hard to plant in spring and never reap The autumn yield ; 'Tis hard to till, and when tilled to weep O'er fruitless field. And so I cry, a weak and human cry, Of heart oppressed; And I sigh a weak and human sigh, For rest for rest. My way has wound across the desert years, And cares infest My path, and through the flowing of hot tears, I pine for rest. ' 'Twas always so; when but a child I laid On mother's breast My wearied little head; e'en then I prayed As now for rest. . And I am restless still; 'twill soon be o'er; For, down the west, Life's sun is setting, and I see the shore , Where I shall rest. Father Ryan. OF INTEREST TO WOMEN. ArT Epitaph. Here lies a poor woman who always was busy; She lived under pressure that rendered her dizzy; She belonged to ten clubs and read Browning by night, Showed at luncheons and teas, and would vote if she might; . She served on a school board with courage and zeal; She golfed and she kodaked and rode on a wheel; ' She read Tolstoi and Ibsen, knew microbes by name; Approved of Delsarte, was a "daughter" and "dame;" Her children went in for the top education; Her husband went seaward for nervous prostration. One day on her tablets she found an hour f ree The shock was too great, and she died instantlee! A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. A life on the ocean wave, I A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave And the winds their revels keep. Like an eagle caged I pine On this dull, unchanging shore, Oh, give me the flashing brine, The spray and the tempest's roar. Once more on the deck I stand Of my own swift gliding craft; Set sail! Farewell to the land; The gale follows fair abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam Like an ocean bird set free Like the ocean bird, our home We'll find far out on the sea. The land is no lonjrer is view; The clouds have begun to frown, But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say, Let the storm come down! And the song of our hearts shall be, While the winds and the waters rave, A home on the rolling seal A life on the ocean wave! Epes Sargent. , There is nothing which drives man nearer to the Divinity than to do good. , |