GENEROSITY.

"In a garden of all garlands,
And shade and shine and dew,
Of roots from eastern farlands,
Two mystic roses blew.
One laughed in joy of living,

Come sunshine, or come rain; One hung close shut and grieving In jealous miser pain.

"Now, which of these, my masters, Best wrought a rose's doom?

The rose that feared disasters?

The rose of generous bloom? The lonely shut rose perished

To moulder where it grew;
The open rose was cherished
By every wind that blew.

"Now we read here a lesson:

Love is the Rose of LifeLet it bloom out in joyous rout 'Till all the world is rife With sweets of loving kindness, Perfumes of noble deeds,

And savors rare, beyond compare,

Of succor for all needs."

HAPPINESS.

The pleasures of life are many,
In this beautiful world of ours,
Where all Nature is filled with gladness,

And our pathway strewn with flowers.

Though clouds may sometimes darken
The glorious light of the sun,

Its rays seem all the brighter

When the shadow is passed and gone.

How often we meet bright faces,

The light of whose cheerful smile Reflects its sunshine upon our hearts, Where the shadows lay erstwhile.

But could we see far 'neath the surface,
Deep hid from the gaze of the throng,
A picture of heartaches would show us
A life that is not all a song.

To bring joy to the lives of others

Will help to make gladsome our own;

Then let us cultivate flowers

In paths where the thorns have grown.

-ROSETTA C. MAYTUM.

BE GLAD.

O, heart of mine, we shouldn't
Worry so.

What we've missed of calm we couldn't
Have, you know!

What we've met of stormy pain

And of sorrow's driving rain,

We can better meet again
If it blow.

For we know, not every morrow
Can be sad;

So, forgetting all the sorrow
We have had,

Let us fold away our fears,

And put by our foolish tears,

And through all the coming years
Just be glad.

-JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.

BROTHERHOOD.

The crest and crowning of all good,
Life's final star, is BROTHERHOOD;
For it will bring again to Earth
Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth;
Will send new light on every face,
A kingly power upon the race,

And till it comes we men are slaves,

And travel downward to the dust of graves.
Come, clear the way, then, clear the way;
Blind creeds and kings have had their day,
Our hope is in the aftermath—

Our hope is in heroic men,

Star-led to build the world again.

To this Event the ages ran;

Make way for BROTHERHOOD-make way for

MAN.

-EDWIN MARKHAM (Suggestion).

THE MAN WHOSE WATCHWORD'S

“WAIT.”

"Great deeds," said Uncle Hiram, "I've observed, 'tween me an' you,

Fer every man that does 'em there are ten agoin'

to do;

There's lots o' men can sit aroun' an' entertain a

crowd

With how they're goin' t' plant a field they've likely never plowed:

Bill Jones was such a feller, an' I used t' hear

him tell

Of a scheme he had fer killin' weeds that sounded

mighty well;

Machinery could do the work-a man need never

sweat

But I find that William hasn't set the world

afire yet.

"When Simpson's boy from college came, the fam❜ly prophesied,

Within a year or two, the world would view him open-eyed,

And marvel at the wonders of improvement he'd

advance

In scientific methods, if he had but half a chance.