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Oh, what a fitting time to teach
To leave its impress deep engraved
I took the little hand in mine,
Gazed in that childish face,
Could bless our school.
And how not e'en a sparrow's fall,
Not e'en a raven's cry,
Though small they seem, could e'er escape
The child-face glowed with happy smiles,
"If God loves e'en the little birds,
He surely cares for me
O ye unto whose tender care
There place among those graceful vines
THE TWO LIVES.
[Tenderly and with expression.]
Beautiful is old age-beautiful is the slow drooping, mellow autumn of a rich and glorious summer. In the old man Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with the fruits of a well spent life; and, surrounded by his children's children, she rocks him softly
away to a grave to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid that we should not call it beautiful, but not the most beautiful. There is another life, hard, rough and thorny, trolden with bleeding feet and aching brow; the life of which the cross is the symbol; a battle which no peace follows this side of the grave, which the grave gapes to finish before the victory is won; and, strange that it should be so, this is the highest life of man. Look along the great names of history; there are none whose life has been other than this.
THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.
[Give in a simple, expressive style.]
It was a summer's evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
Was sitting in the sun:
She saw her brother Peterkin
In playing there, had found.
Old Kasper took it from the boy,
And then the old man shook his head,
"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, And our good Prince Eugene."
"Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!"
Said little Wilhelmine.
"Nay, nay, my little girl, " quoth he, "It was a famous victory!
And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win;"
"Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
The idle man is an annoyance-a nuisance. He is of no benefit to anybody. He is an intruder in the busy thoroughfare of everyday life. He stands in our path, and we push him contemptously aside! He is of no advantage to anybody. He annoys busy men. He makes them unhappy. He is a cipher in society. He may have an income to support him in idleness, or may "sponge" on his good natured friends; but in either case he is despised. Young man, do something in this busy, bustling, wide-awake world Move about for the benefit of mankind, if not for yourself. Do not be idle. God's law is, that by the sweat of our brow we shall earn our bread. That law is a good one, and the bread we earn is sweet. Do not be idle. Minutes are too precious to be squandered thoughtlessly. Every man and every woman, however exalted or however humble, can do good in this short life, if so inclined; therefore, do not be idle.
COMETH A BLESSING DOWN.
[Boldly and with force.]
Not to the man of dollars,
Not to the man of deeds;
Not to the man of creeds;
Not to the folly blinded,
Not to unholy fame;
Not in the monarch's crown;
Cometh a blessing down.
But to the one whose spirit
Yieldeth the hungry food;
Fearless of foe or frown-
Cometh a blessing down.
LITTLE BROWN HANDS.
M. H. KROUT.
[Recite in a bold, vigorous manner.]
They drive home the cows from the pasture,
Up thro' the long shady lane,
Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat fields,
Where the thick-lipped strawberry grows;
And the first crimson buds of the rose.
They know where the apples hang ripest,