He studied the books and maps and charts, And he said to himself; "There certainly oughter Be some more land to balance the water. "As sure as a gun the earth is round; Some day or other a way will be found To get to the east by sailing west; Why shouldn't I find it as well as the rest?" The court philosopher shook his head, That is just what he wanted to do, He sailed and sailed with the wind and tide, "Oh take us back to our native shore, In spite of their threats he wouldn't do it; "This is the land King Solomon knew, Where gold, and silver, and gems are found, Plenty as pebbles all over the ground." They thought they had sailed clear round the ball, But it wasn't the other side at all, But an island, lying just off a shore They planted their flag on a flowery plain, Then Christopher C, he sailed away, THE LOST FOUND. "Twas only a missing sheep, One out of the great wide fold, Or what if the hills were dark? As an arrow may miss the mark. I'll call till it comes, and I'll bring it home, 'Twas only a silver coin; And the silver was mixed with dross; And to lose it but little loss. There were nine bright pieces left, And they shone like the morning sun; And why was there need to search When the toils of the day were done? But the Seeker said, "Though the coin be rough, And though ragged its edges be, Still it bears my image -I cannot rest Till my lost piece of silver I see!" "Twas only a prodigal son, And what if he had to roam? Would such a wild, prodigal son Be missed in his father's home? "Though all men condemn thee," the father said, "Yet not I, for I came to save; And I came to lift thee out of thy sins, And to rescue thee from the grave!" And the message in heaven was told, Mid the music of angel choirs, As a child of the kingdom of heaven! Rejoice! rejoice, for the dead are alive, They have washed their robes, and made them white And of such is the kingdom of heaven." COME, SIGN THE PLEDGE.-M. W. FRazer. Come, sign the pledge! O thou whose hand May scarcely guide the pen; That thou a man once more may stand, Among thy fellow men! Ah, why a victim longer be Of base, designing knaves? Why longer have men say of thee, "There's one of rum's poor slaves?" Come, sign the pledge! No wizard's spell Of wondrous change as he can tell, O'er that fierce fiend, whose ruthless hand Nor stops to count how high they stand, Come, sign the pledge! Here to record May thee a greater good afford, Than on the scroll of fame. For oh, how often do we find That man whom men extol, With rum destroying his great mind, Come, sign the pledge! 'twill be thy stay, A balm for all thy wounds; Enable thee to keep at bay Rum's soul-destroying hounds; Restore the image which thy God Unto thy countenance gave, And none may write above thy sod, "This is a drunkard's grave." NICKEL PLATED.-I. EDGAR JONES. Josephus Macduffus Florentinus Bran Was a sweet, an accomplished, a handsome young man He talked of the 'ologies, Darwin and such, His purpose was kind, his intentions to please; Miss Flora Blavinsky Mabellarine Purls She thumped the piano with beautiful hands, She painted on plaques and embroidered on frame, She was leader of chat in society's bands, And never neglected society's claims; Josephus and Flora together were tied, A beautiful mansion holds husband and bride; They smile and they chatter, they sing and they play; A QUIET SMOKE.-W. H. NEALL. [COPYRIGHT, 1891.] CHARACTERS. MR. ADOLPHUS SHALLOWTOP, addicted to the use of tobacco. MRS. ADOLPHUS SHALLOWTOP, with an aversion for the same. SARA, their daughter. CHARLES, her lover. NELSON, an English servant, in livery. SCENE.-A drawing-room in the Shallowtop residence, with ta ble, chairs, sofa, stool &c. MRS. SHALLOWTOP (at door, as if bidding some one adieu). Good-bye Doctor-your orders shall be obeyed. (Advances to table; sits on chair; takes up fancy work.) That settles it. Mr. Shallowtop shall not touch, taste, smell, or even see tobacco in any form. I have known all along that he has been smoking too much. He is so nervous that the slightest noise upsets him. Now that he is suffering with the gout, I shall have him under my eye. I have instructed Sara not to dare furnish her father with anything of a smokable nature---not even a match; and I have also informed Charles that, if he ever expects to win Sara, with my consent, he must not even have the odor of tobacco upon him, when he visits here. Enter Nelson, loaded down with cigar boxes, all manner of pipes and various bags of tobacco hanging from hands and arms. He advances to centre. MRS. S. (looking up.) Ah! Nelson, have you succeeded in gathering together all those filthy things? NELSON. Hi 'ave, ma'am ! MRS. S. Then throw them into the street. NELSON (staring in affright). Hif you please, ma'am; hinte the street, ma'am? MRS. S. (decidedly.) I said into-the street. (Resumes work.) NELSON (staring first at Mrs. S. then at his burden). Ho! what ha wicked waste hof good material. (To Mrs. S.) Did you say hinto the street, ma'am? MRS. S. (severely.) Nelson, I am not in the habit of repeating my orders but I did say, throw those articles into the street. (He turns to obey.) And Nelson, if you mention a word in ref. *The character of servant can be easily changed, and adapted to Negro, Irish or other dialect, if costume is more attainable or the impersonation more desira ble. |