'Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile For the soft visions of the gentle night; So let us sleep, and give the Maker praise. I like the lad who, when his father thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught, Cried, "Served him right!-it's not at all surprising; The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!" T NO SECTS IN HEAVEN. ALKING of sects till late one eve, Of various doctrines the saints believe, That night I stood in a troubled dream, By the side of a darkly flowing stream. And a "Churchman" down to the river came, But the aged father did not mind; And his long gown floated out behind, As down to the stream his way he took, "I'm bound for heaven, and when I'm there, Then he fixed his eyes on the shining track, I saw him again on the other side, Whether he belonged to the "Church" or not. Then down to the river a Quaker strayed; I cannot go any other way." Then he buttoned his coat straight up to his chin, And staidly, solemnly waded in. And his broad-brimmed hat he pulled down tight, Over his forehead so cold and white. But a strong wind carried away his hat; As he entered heaven his suit of gray And none of the angels questioned him Next came Dr. Watts with a bundle of psalms Tied nicely up in his aged arms, And hymns as many, a very wise thing, That the people in heaven all round might sing. But I thought that he heaved an anxious sigh, The psalms and hymns in the wave went down. And after him, with his MSS., Came Wesley, the pattern of godliness; But he cried, "Dear me! what shall I do? The water has soaked them through and through." And there on the river far and wide, Away they went down the swollen tide; And the saint, astonished, passed through alone, Then gravely walking, two saints by name But, as they stopped at the river's brink, I saw one saint from the other shrink. "Sprinkled or plunged? may I ask you, friend, How you attained to life's great end?" "Thus, with a few drops on my brow." "But I have been dipped, as you see me now. "And I really think it will hardly do, Then straightway plunging with all his might, And now, when the river was rolling on, Of women there seemed an innumerable throng, And concerning the road they could never agree, And a sound of murmuring, long and loud, But the brethren only seemed to speak; A voice arose from the brethren then, I watched them long in my curious dream, And would talk on till the heaving tide Side by side, for the way was one; No forms of crosses or books had they; For all had put on Christ's righteousness. -Anon. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. B FRANCIS M. FINCH. Y the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray. So with an equal splendor The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch, impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day;- So, when the Summer calleth, Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading, No more shall the war-cry sever, When they laurel the graves of our dead! Waiting the judgment day;- AN INTERESTING TRAVELING M COMPANION. M. QUAD. ANY men think a railroad journey is rendered really pleasant by the companionship of an unprotected female. She insisted on counting her bandbox and traveling bag as we got seated. She counted. There were just two. I counted and made no more nor less. Then she wanted her parasol put into the rack, her shawl folded up, and her bandbox counted again. I counted it. There was just exactly one bandbox of it. As we got started she wanted to know if I was sure that we were on the right road to Detroit. I was sure. Then she wanted her traveling bag counted. counted it once more. By this time she wanted the window up, and asked me if it was not a very hot day. I said it was. Then she felt for her money and found it was safe, though she was sure that she had lost it. While counting it she related how Mrs. I |