been ejected from two guns. Mrs. Simmons at once snatcr ed the heir from the arms of Mr. Jones and hurried it to the window, where she made a careful and critical examination of its mouth, while Mrs. Jones held its head and Mr. Jones danced up and down the room, and snapped his fingers to show how calm he was. It having been ascertained by Mrs. Simmons that the tooth was a sound one, and also that the strongest hopes for its future could be entertained on account of its coming in the new of the moon, Mrs. Jones got out the necessary material and Mr. Jones at once proceeded to write seven different letters to as many persons, unfolding to them the event of the morning and inviting them to come on as soon as possible. Each of the Four Numbers of "100 Choice Selections" contained in this volume is paged separately, and the Index is made to correspond therewith. See EXPLANATION on Arst page of Contents. The entire book contains nearly 1000 pages. 100 CHOICE SELECTIONS. No. 11 THE MOUNTAINS OF LIFE.-J. G. CLARK. There's a land far away, 'mid the stars we are told, 'Tis the land of our God, 'tis the home of the soul, Our gaze cannot soar to that beautiful land, And our souls by the gale of its gardens are fanned, And we sometimes have longed for its holy repose, Oh, the stars never tread the blue heavens at night, We are traveling homeward through changes and gloom, And our guide is the glory that shines through the tomb, From the evergreen Mountains of Life. QQQ* "IF THINGS WAS ONLY SICH!"-B. P. SHILLABER. A seedy old beggar asked alms of me As he sat 'neath the shade of a wayside tree. He was beggared in purse and beggared in soul, As he sang a song, to a dismal pitch, With the burden, “IF THINGS WAS ONLY SICH!” "If things was only sich," said he, "You should see what a wonderful man I'd be: "If things was only sich," said he, "I'd be lord of the land and lord of the sea; "If things was only sich," said he, "Rare wines I'd quaff from the far countree, I'd clothe myself in dazzling garb, I'd mount the back of the costly barb, And none should ask me wherefore or which- "If things was only sich," said he, "I'd love the fairest and they'd love me; Yon dame, with a smile that warms my heart, Thus the old beggar moodily sung, And his eyes dropped tears as his hands he wrung. In dolorous tones, the decrees of fate, That laid on his back its iron switch, While he cried, "If things was only sich." "If things was only sich!"-e'en all |