NUMBER TWELVE. "Her love," he said, "could change for me For when these valleys, bright in May, Once more with blossoms wave, The northern violets shall blow Your dole of scanty words had been I did not put it where he said, I would not have them find the sign I've read your letter, and I know What lavish wealth men sometimes give What manly bosoms beat for truth In folly's falsest thrall! You shall not pity him, for now His sorrow has an end; Yet would that you could stand with me Beside my fallen friend; And I forgive you for his sake, As he-if it be given May e'en be pleading grace for you To-night the cold winds whistle by, Within the prison dead-house, where And I would rather see him thus To-night your home may shine with light, And you be smiling, as your soul Had done no deadly wrong; Your hand so fair that none would think It penned these words of pain; Your skin so white-would God, your heart I'd rather be my comrade dead For your's the sinner's waking dread, He chose his way; you your's; let God THE COUNTRY'S GREATEST EVIL. A short speech by Vice-President Henry Wilson, delivered at the National Temperance Convention, in Chicago, June, 1875. Forty years of experience and observation have taught me that the greatest evil of our country, next, at any rate, to the one that has gone down in fire and blood to rise no more, is the evil of intemperance. Every day's experience, every hour of reflection, teaches me that it is the duty of patriotism, the duty of humanity, the duty of Christianity, to live Christian lives, and to exert temperance influence among the people. There was a time, when I was younger than I am now, when I hoped to live long enough to see the cause which my heart loves and any judgment approves stronger than it is to-day. I may be mistaken, but it seems to me that the present is a rather dark and troubled night for that cause, and it is because it so seems to me that I believe it to be the duty of every honest, conscientious, self-sacrificing man of our country to speak and to work for the cause in every legitimate and proper way. And my reliance for the advancement of the cause of temperance is the same reliance which I have for the spread of the Gospel of our Divine Lord and Master. The heart, the conscience and the reason must be appealed to continually; and Christian men and women must remember that the heart of Christianity is temperance. If it costs a sacrifice, give it. What is sacrifice to doing good and lifting toward heaven our fellow-men? We have got to rely on appeals and addresses made to the heart of this nation, to the conscience of the people and the reason of the country. We have got to train up our children in the cause from infancy. We must teach it in the schools and everywhere by word, and above all by example; and it seems to me that Christian ministers, in this dark hour of our country, when they see so much intemperance, and what looks to some of us like a reaction, should make the voice of the pulpits of this land heard. Members of Christian churches should remember that they have something to do in this cause. If anything stands in the way of Christianity it is the drunkenness in our land. A word for temperance at this time is the strongest blow against the kingdom of Satan and for the cause of our Lord and Master. Suppose you have been disappointed. Suppose that many of your laws have failed. We know that we are right. We personally feel and see it. The evidence is around and about us that we cannot be mistaken in living total abstinence lives and recommending such a course t our neighbors. When it costs something to stand by the temperance cause, then is the hour to stand by it. If I could be heard to-day by the people of the land, by the patriotic young men of this country, full of life, vigor and hope, I would say that it is among the first, the highest, and the grandest duties, which the country, God, and the love of humanity impose, to work for the cause of total abstinence. POPPING CORN. And there they sat, a popping corn, And Susan fat as butter. And there they sat and shelled the corn, Then Susan she the popper shook, And then they shelled, and popped, and ate, While he haw-hawed at her remarks, And still they popped, and still they ate- The clock struck nine-the clock struck ten, It struck eleven, and then struck twelve, And John he ate, and Sue she thought- Said she, "John Styles, it's one o'clock; I'm sick of all this popping corn- BETH GELERT.-W. R. SPENCER. The spearman heard the bugle sound, And still he blew a louder blast, And gave a lustier cheer: Come, Gelert! why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear? "Oh! where does faithful Gelert roam? So true, so brave,—a lamb at home, NUMBER TWELVE. "Twas only at Llewellyn's board The faithful Gelert fed; He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, In sooth, he was a peerless hound, But now no Gelert could be found, And now, as over rocks and dells That day Llewellyn little loved Unpleased, Llewellyn homeward hied, But when he gained his castle door, The hound was smeared with gouts of gore, Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise, His favorite checked his joyful guise, Onward in haste Llewellyn passed- O'erturned his infant's bed he found, He called his child-no voice replied; "Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured!" The frantic father cried; |