NEVER DESPAIR. SAMUEL LOVER. O, never despair! for our hopes, oftentime, Spring swiftly, as flowers in some tropical clime, Where the spot that was barren and scentless at night Is blooming and fragrant at morning's first light! The mariner marks, when the tempest rings loud, That the rainbow is brighter, the darker the cloud; Then, up! up!-never despair! The leaves which the sibyl presented of old, Though lessened in number, were not worth less gold; And though Fate steal our joys, do not think they're the best, The few she has spared may be worth all the rest. Good fortune oft comes in adversity's form, And the rainbow is brightest when darkest the storm; Then, up! up!—never despair! And when all creation was sunk in the flood, Sublime o'er the deluge the patriarch stood! Though destruction around him in thunder was hurled, Undaunted he looked on the wreck of the world! For, high o'er the ruin, hung Hope's blessed form, The rainbow beamed bright through the gloom of the storm Then, up! up!—never despair! EMIR HASSAN. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. Emir Hassan, of the prophet's race, There a slave before him placed the food, To the floor, in great remorse and dread, Gentle was the answer Hassan gave: "I'm not angry."-"Yet," pursued the slave, "Yet doth higher recompense belong To the injured who forgives a wrong." "I forgive," said Hassan. "Yet we read,"So the prostrate slave went on to plead,"That a higher seat in glory still Waits the man who renders good for ill."— "Slave, receive thy freedom, and behold Let me never fail to heed, in aught, "THAT LITTLE HAT.” I find it in the garden path, I find it on the roadside there, And in the crown, packed carefully, I find it in the daisied field, I find it 'neath my busy feet I find it in, I find it out, 'Neath table, lounge, or chair, The little shabby brimless thing, I find it everywhere But on the curly, golden pate And tell me, darling, whether Your roguish pate and this old hat Were ever seen together? If WHAT DID CUPID DO? ELLIOTT FLOWER (In The Chicago Post.) you are mine, and I am thine, As says the godlike elf, Then all that's thine, of course, is mine, And so I get myself. And all that's mine is thine as well, Thus you have two and I have two, You get yourself, of course, with me; But still you've two, so we must be Thus we are four, but will be one, |