"Co, boss! co, boss! co! co! co!" Farther, farther over the hill, Faintly calling, calling still; "Co, boss! co, boss, co! co!" Into the yard the farmer goes, With grateful heart, at the close of day: In the wagon shed stand yoke and plough; The friendly sheep his welcome bleat, "Co, boss! co, boss! co! co!" Now to her task the milkmaid goes; While the pleasant dews are falling; Soothingly calling "So, boss! so, boss! so so! so!" The cheerful milkmaid takes her stool, And sits and milks in the twilight cool"Saying so, so! boss! so! so!" To supper, at last, the farmer goes; The apples are pared, the papers read, The stories are told, then all to bed. Without, the cricket's ceaseless song The housewife's hand has turned the lock; "Co, boss! co, boss! co! co! co!" And oft the milkmaid, in her dreams, ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER. MRS. GILMAN. [In a lively vein.] Will Wag went to see Charley Quirk More famed for his books than his knowledge In order to borrow a work He had sought for in vain over college. But Charley replied, "My dear friend, My books from my room not to lend, But you may sit by my fire and read." Now it happened by chance on the morrow, But Willie replied, "My dear friend, I have sworn and agreed, you must know, That my bellows I never will lend, But you may sit by my fire and blow!" A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME. ANON. [In a solemn manner.] Who'll press for gold this crowded street Who'll tread yon church, with willing feet, Pale, trembling age, and fiery youth, We all within our graves shall sleep A hundred years to come. But other men our lands shall till, 'And others, then, these streets will fill, And other birds will sing as gay, And bright the sun shine as to-day A SMILE. ANON. [With tenderness.] How trifling, how simple a thing is a smile. How slight an exertion does it cost, yet how magical often are its results! Iow frequently does it dispel the clouds of gloom from the brow of care, lighting up with its warmth and genial radiance, like sunshine on the distant hills, the countenances of the sullen and the depressed. Oftentimes, too, even the forbidden visage of melancholy and despair catches up and reflects back the gentlo, hallowed light. Oh! how many a weary heart has been made happy by a smile; how many a heavy load has seemed lighter from its heavenly influence. Friends, withhold not these little courtesies of life; be not penurious of your smiles and kind words; you dream not what a world of good, all unknown to you, they may accomplish. Scatter with a prodigal hand, and many a one travelling along life's dusty way will bless you in his or her heart of hearts! ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL. JOHN KEBLE. [Simply and lovingly.] All things bright and beautiful, Each little flower that opens, The purple-headed mountain, The tall trees in the greenwood, The pleasant summer sun, He gave us eyes to see them, That hath made all things well. SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP! FROM THE GERMAN. [Speak in a tender, soft tone of voice.] Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches his sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, Sleep, baby, sleep! Our Saviour loves His sheep; He is the Lamb of God on high, THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER. JAMES T. FIELDS. [Forcibly, but with tenderness in the last stanzas.] We were crowded in the cabin, It was midnight on the waters 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, |