WOULD LIVE THUS MOVE.
Slowly and surely sweeps the. sun
Through the arc of the infinite blue,
With never a swerve from the course to run;
But always steady and true.
Yea, tho' this little world of ours
Should lose all count of the passing hours;
And whether we bid it hasten or stay,
Or in the night or in the day,
Or in the sunshine or the rain,
Or when our life is joy or pain;
Yea, tho' the mountains sink in the sea,
Or the waters of earth run dry,
Or the fire from heaven should burn away
A planet in the sky,—
Tho' there be disturbance 'mong sister stars,
Yet the course of the sun is true
As it placidly, silently sweeps its course
In the arc of the infinite blue.
AN INFORMAL " EVE,NING AT HOME."
0 ! Who's there ? Come in ! Well don't knock the door
, wn 1 " These were the answering remarks from a
orus of voices as Tony Walters rapped on his classmate's
nd out about the morrow's lesson.
y, how-dy-do ol' man, 'ows the tater crop? Another
gum ! Hit 'im with a torn torn in his turn-turn ! Sit
d join the push Go on with your story ' Bug,'"
further exclamations hurled at him, together with sev
ions and pillows, as he entered the room.
d accidentally called on " an evening at home," and found
al assembly of " good fellows " in negligee costume, who
t on " taking it easy " for an hour or two, and were.
.0 at ~,e
F. T. C., 'oo.