The Crowning Indignity BY WILBUR D. NESBIT. Just 'cause my brother Alfred, he My brother Alfred's pants just wait An' all th' boys at school they grin But now it's worse 'an ever! I'm Just mad clean through an' through this time. It's got to more 'an I can stand This gettin' his things secon'-hand! An' I told ma 'at I think it Is pretty near th' time to quit. My brother Alfred, he's been sick The Song of Peace BY JOAQUIN MILLER. The grass is green on Bunker Hill, The farmer keeps his flock and vine; The brave corn lifts in regiments The bannered tassels toss and run. The earth has healed her wounded breast, The cannons plough the field no more; The heroes rest! Oh, let them rest In peace along the peaceful shore! They fought for peace, for peace they fell; They sleep in peace, and all is well. The fields forget the battles fought, And tear the wounds agape again? Lo! peace on earth. Lo! flock and fold. Oh, rise and sing a song of peace! Fulton* BY JULIA WARD HOWE. A river flashing like a gem, Responsive to his cry appears Yet many a moon must wax and wane, Swifter than thought, young Fulton's boat. And not alone for Hudson's stream *Read by Mrs. Howe at a dinner given during the HudsonFulton Celebration in New York. Blessings of unimagined worth And Want and Wealth, in sundered lands, Rest, Fulton, in thine honored grave, Herald of benefits to be. So nearly may our world relate And, as one sun doth compass all Bestowed the blessed boon of light, For Freedom, Justice, and Good-will. Dot Long-handled Dipper BY CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS. Der boet may sing off "Der Oldt Oaken Bookit," Und in schveetest langvitch its virtues may tell; Und how, vhen a poy, he mit eggsdasy dook it, Vhen dripping mit coolness it rose vrom der vell. I don't take some schtock in dot manner off trinking! It vas too mooch like horses und cattle, I dink. Dhere vas more sadisfactions, in my vay off dinking, Mit dot long-handled dipper, dot hangs py der sink. "How schveet vrom der green, mossy brim to receive it. Dot vould soundt pooty goot-eef it only vas true Der vater schbills ofer, you petter pelieve it! Und runs down your schleeve, und schlops indo your shoe. Dhen down on your nose comes dot oldt iron handle, To dot long-handled dipper, dot hangs py, der sink. How nice it musd been in der rough vinter veddher, Vhen it settles righdt down to a coldt, freezing rain, To haf dot rope coom oup so light as a feddher, Und findt dot der bookit vas broke off der chain, Dhen down in der vell mit a pole you go fishing, Vhile indo your back cooms an oldt-fashioned kink; I pet you mine life all der time you vas vishing For dot long-handled dipper, dot hangs py der sink. How handy it vas schust to turn on der faucet, Vhere der vater flows down vrom der schpring on der hill! I schust vas der schap dot vill alvays indorse it Oxsbecially nighdts vhen der veddher vas chill. Vhen Pfeiffer's oldt vell mit der schnow was all cofered, Und he vades droo der schnow-drifts to get him a trink, I schlips vrom der hearth, vhere der schiltren vas hofered, To dot long-handled dipper, dot hangs py der sink. Dhen gife oup der bookits und pails to der horses; Off mikrobes und tadpoles schust gife dhem dheir fill! Gife me dot pure vater dot all der time courses Droo dhose pipes dot run down vrom der schpring on der hill. Und eef der goot dings off dis vorld I gets rich in, Und frendts all aroundt me dheir glasses schall clink, I schtill vill rememper dot oldt coundtry kitchen, Und dot long-handled dipper, dot hangs py der sink. |