My dreams are light and happy, For my mother's kiss is on my cheek A MAIDEN'S PSALM OF LIFE PHOEBE CARY. [To be recited by a little girl.] Tell me not, in idle jingle, แ Marriage is an empty dream!" For the girl is dead that's single, And girls are not what they seem. Life is real-life is earnest- "Man thou art, to man returnest!" Not enjoyment, and not sorrow Life is long and youth is fleeting, In the world's broad field of battle, Be not like dumb driven cattle, Trust no future, howe'er pleasant, Heart within and hope ahead. Lives of married folks remind us Such examples that another, Let us, then, be up and doing, Still contriving, still pursuing, And each one a husband get! PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE. ANON. [Recite the two following pieces with simplicity and naturalness.] Up this world and down this world, And tossed without, Why, "paddle your own canoe." What though the sky is heavy with clouds, Or shining, a field of blue, If the bleak wind blows, Or the sunshine glows, Still "paddle your own canoe." What if breakers rise up ahead, With downcast eye, And "paddle your own canoe," 1 There are daisies springing along the shores, There are rose-hued dyes In the autumn skies- A TALE OF A MOUSE. ANON. Last night as I tumbled and toss'd in my bed, There sat the young sinner, exceedingly slim, Said the mouse, with a whine, "I'm exceedingly small I am young, my dear sir, to be caught in this case, "Not so," I replied, "you have troubled me sore- The mouse gave a sigh, as I took up the box, Then I went to the window and look'd on the night- I look'd down the court and espied a tall cat, A bit to your meal in shape of a sad But, I hope, very tender and delicate mouse- The cat mew'd her thanks and uplifted her paws, And the moon dropped a beam on the tip of his tail, DARE AND DO! J. W. SANBORN. [Boldly and forcibly.] Onward go, forward go, Like a soldier true! Never fear, never faint, In the world's highway; Nobly think, nobly act, Onward go, forward go; Be master of your plan: THE MAGIC OF SILENCE. ANON. [Give in a natural, conversational style.] You have often heard "It takes two to make a quarrel." Da you believe it? I'll tell you how one of my little friends managed. Dolly never came to see Marjorie that there was not a quarrel. Marjorie tried to speak gently, but no matter how hard she tried, Dolly finally made her so angry that she would soon speak sharp words, too. แ 'O, what shall I do?" cried poor little Marjorie. "Suppose you try this plan," said her mamma, "The next time |