The crowd went away,

And from after that day

The saint never sent his collectors in vain.

I trust that there's not any need to discuss
The beautiful lesson this teaches to us:

I hope that you all pay your tithes and your dues,
Your taxes, your rates, and the rents of your pews;

If you don't-Faith! I'd rather not stand in your shoes!

Anon.

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.

(By permission of Messrs. Strahan and Co.)

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,
All in the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.
“Charge!” was the captain's cry ;
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them,

Volley'd and thunder'd ;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode, and well;
Into the jaws of death,

Into the mouth of hell,

Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd:

THE BEST OF WIVES.

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He found not.

He ev'ry soothing art display'd,
Tried of what stuff her skin was made;
Failing in all, to Heav'n he pray'd

Once walking by a river side,

To take her.

In mournful terms, "My dear," he cried, "No more let feuds our peace divide ;

I'll end them.

"Weary of life and quite resigned, To drown I have made up my mind, So tie my hands as fast behind

As can be ;

"Or nature may assert her reign, My arms assist, my will restrain, And, swimming, I once more regain

My troubles."

With eager haste the dame complies,
While joy stands glistening in her eyes;
Already in her thought he dies

Before her.

"Beside,

"Yet when I view the rolling tide,
Nature revolts," he said.
I would not be a suicide,

And die thus.

"It would be better far, I think, While close I stand upon the brink, You push me in-nay, never shrink,

But do it!"

To give the blow the more effect,
Some twenty yards she ran direct,
And did what she could least expect

She should do:

He slips aside himself to save;
So souse she dashes in the wave,
And gave what ne'er before she gave-

Much pleasure.

Plunged in the battery smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not—
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them,

Volley'd and thunder'd ;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of death
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them-
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O, the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Tennyson

THE BEST OF WIVES.

A MAN had once a vicious wife

(A most uncommon thing in life),

His days and nights were spent in strife
Unceasing.

Her tongue went glibly all day long,
Sweet contradiction still her song,
And all the poor man did was wrong,

And ill done.

A truce without doors or within
From speeches long as statesmen spin,
Or rest from her eternal din,

He found not.

He ev'ry soothing art display'd,

Tried of what stuff her skin was made;
Failing in all, to Heav'n he pray'd

To take her.

Once walking by a river side,
In mournful terms, "My dear," he cried,
"No more let feuds our peace divide;

I'll end them.

"Weary of life and quite resigned, To drown I have made up my mind, So tie my hands as fast behind

As can be ;

"Or nature may assert her reign, My arms assist, my will restrain, And, swimming, I once more regain

My troubles."

With eager haste the dame complies,
While joy stands glistening in her eyes;
Already in her thought he dies

Before her.

"Beside,

"Yet when I view the rolling tide,
Nature revolts," he said.
I would not be a suicide,

And die thus.

"It would be better far, I think, While close I stand upon the brink, You push me in-nay, never shrink,

But do it!"

To give the blow the more effect,
Some twenty yards she ran direct,
And did what she could least expect

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She should do:

He slips aside himself to save ;
So souse she dashes in the wave,
And gave what ne'er before she gave-

Much pleasure.