DER DEUTSCHER'S MAXIM.*-CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS. Dhere vas vat you call a maxim Dot I hear der oder day, Off der shtreets, most efry night, "Let us make home bright und gay. So our colts don'd got avay." Vhen you see dhose leedle urchins, Vhen he cooms back mit hees "boodle," Look oudt und lock your shtable, So your own nag don'd shkydoodle! When der young man at der counter Und der horse vas gone avay. Dhen dake time by der fetlock; From "Harpers' Magazine," by permission of the Author. THE TEMPLE OF LIVING MASONS. LAWRENCE M. GREENLEAF. The temple made of wood and stone will crumble and decay, But there's a viewless fabric which shall never fade away; Age after age the Masons strive to consummate the plan, But still the work's unfinished which th' immortal three began; None but immortal eyes may view, complete in all its parts, The temple formed of living stones,—the structure made of hearts. 'Neath every form of government, in every age and clime; Amid the world's convulsions and the ghastly wrecks of time; While empires rise in splendor, and are conquered and o'erthrown, And cities crumble into dust, their very sites unknown; Beneath the sunny smiles of peace, the threatening frown of strife, Freemasonry has stood unmoved, with age renewed her life. She claims her votaries in all climes, for none are under ban Who place implicit trust in God, and love their fellow man; The heart that shares another's woe beats just as warm and true Within the breast of Christian, Mohammedan, or Jew; She levels all distinctions from the highest to the least,The king must yield obedience to the peasant in the East. What honored names on history's page, o'er whose brave deeds we pore, Have knelt before our sacred shrine and trod our checkered floor! Kings, princes, statesmen, heroes, bards who squared their actions true, Between the pillars of the porch now pass in long review; Oh, brothers, what a glorious thought for us to dwell upon,— The mystic tie that binds our hearts bound that of Washing ton! Although our past achievements we with honest pride review, As long as there's rough ashlars there is work for us to do; We still must shape the living stones with instruments of love For that eternal mansion in the paradise above; Toil as we've toiled in ages past to carry out the plan, 'Tis this, the Fatherhood of God, the Brotherhood of man! PARSON POLICY.-MRS. ALEX. MC VEIGH MILLER. By permission of the Author. "My dear," said Mrs. Policy, It seems the strangest thing to me, Why don't you come out fair and square Why don't you tell them God has curst "My dear," said Parson Policy, "There's A who rents our highest pew, "They each are in the liquor line,- "Not quite so bad, I hope," said she, "It seems unjust to me, I own, "My dear," said Parson Policy, 66 The course proposed appears to me A meddlesome excess of zeal; And business men, no doubt, must feel That ministerial eloquence Can have no sanction or pretence Of justice when its war is made On licensed, legitimate trade." "Well, well," she said. "Why cannot you The state has done the best it can Oh, yes," she cried. "They license evil, "Why, wife," the Parson, shocked, arose, That you arraign the church and state? The duty of a man like me? Designed to aid the temperance cause?" "Nay, dear, we need not be at strife, God's faithful shepherd feeds his flock; "Can you, oh, shepherd of the Lord, Do less than preach his whole stern truth 66 My dear," said Parson Policy, Why argue when we can't agree? "Oh, God," prayed Mrs. Policy, NICKNAMES OF THE STATES.-H. U. JOHNSON. Dear Uncle Sam has many girls, All precious in his eyes, Though varying much in many things, As age, and wealth, and size. As sentiment they vary, too, In beauty, spirit, grace; The wealth of some is in the breast, Of others on the face. He early gave them single names, Then father-like he nicknamed them, Miss Arkansas he called his "Bear," 66 New York the "Empire State;" Excelsior," he sometimes says When he would her elate. Rhode Island is his "Rhody" pet, Or" Little Rhoda," dear. When Texas, the "Lone Star," looks down Upon her midget peer. North Carolina, "Old North State," She is his "Turpentine;" "Mother of Presidents," V-a, Doth "Old Dominion " shine. |