The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, December 01, 1894, Image 12

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THE COURIER
WHEN I LOVE THEE MOST.
When wintry winds bowl through the barren trees
And toes the careless snow-flakes here and there;
When we can sit before a cheery tire, in ease
And know not but the present, hare no care
I think I love thee most.
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And when the spring-time comes with all its balm
To drive the glistening frosts and snows away;
When chilling winri6 have given place to calm,
And bright sunshine is with us every day,
I think I love thee tno6t.
But, when tbn flowers are all out in bloom.
And everywhere the birds are glad in song,
The air full laden with a sweet perfume
I feel that I have always guessed it wrong,
For then 'tis that I love thee most.
R. B. Franklin.
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And still she sitB from morn till night
And plunks away with main and might
Do, re, mi,
Mi, re, do.
In that mansion used to be
Free hearted hospitality;
But that was many years before
Jemima monkeyed with the score.
When she began her daily plunk,
Into their graves the neighbors sunk
Do, re, mi.
Mi, re, do.
To other worlds they've long since fled,
And thankful that they're sefely dead.
They stood the racket while alive
Until Jemima rose at five,
And then they laid their burdens down
And one and all they skipped the town.
Do, re, mi,
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Tom Masson.
A MASTER MIND.
"What is this?" exclaimed
Mr. Dismal Dawson, start
ing back in horror as Mj.
Everett Wrest unfolded his
bundle. "Is this soap I
Bee?"
"It are," said Everett "I
Btole the soap to throw sub
picion off of you an' me f er
lif tin the chickens an" the
ham."
OUT.
"Hear me out," he implor
ed. "Certainly," she answered.
In the struggle that en
sued between the youth and
her old man she did not
forget her promise.
She listened until she
distinctly heard her suitor
strike the sidewalk.
Then she knew he was
out
INGERSOLLIbTIC.
Tho vicar of Pontefract
recently preached at a
cyclist church parade, tak
ing for his text "Tho Spirit
of the Living Creature is in
the Wheel." In an East
Yorkshire church a new
stove was put in and on the
following Sunday the text
given was: "Aha! I am
Warm; I Have Seen the
Fire," and when the Squire
gave scarlet cloaks to a
dozen old women the
clergyman selected as hiB
text "Solomon in All His
Glory Was Not Arrayed
Like One of These."
Dolly: Does it pay, painting pictures for a living?
Molly: Not so well as painting for living pictures.
In a suburban Boston
pulpit last Sunday morning
this notice was read: "The
pastor will preach his last
sermon thiB evening, and
the choir has arranged a
special praise service for the
occasion."
THE OLD PIANO IN THE FRONT PARLOR.
A PROBLEM.
(After Longfellow.)
Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country seat
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar trees their shadows throw.
And there, throughout the livelong day
Jemima plays the pi-a-na.
Do, re, mi,
Mi, re, do.
In the front parlor, there it stands,
And there Jemima plays her hands
While her papa, beneath his cloak,
Mutters and groans: "This is.no joke!"
And swears to himself and sighs, alas!
With sorrowful voice to all who pass,
"Do, re, mi,
Mi, re, do! '
Through days of death and days of birth
She plays as if she owned the earth.
Through every swift vicissitude
She drums as if it did her good.
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Give you a problem for your midnight toil -One
you csn study till your hair is white
And never solve and never guess aright,
Although you burn to dregs your midnight oil,
O Sage, I give one that will make you moil.
Just take one weakling little woman's heart,
Prepare your patience, furbish up your art,
How now? Did I not see you then recoil?
Tell me how many times it has known pain;
. Tell me what thing will make it feel delight;
'' .Tell me when it is modest, when 'tis vain;
& Tell me when it is wronir and when 'tis rieht:
$ Can it feel. Sage, the thing that man calls "Loe?"
Tom Hale:
Many people suffer for years from troublesome and repulsive
sores, boils, and eruptions, without ever testing the marvelous cura
tive properties of Ayee's Sarsaparilla. The experiment is. certainh,
worth trying. Be sure you get Ayer's Sarsaparilla and no other.
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