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ANCESTORS

OME years ago I was reading to some of my grandchildren a story in which occurred the word "ancestors." My little granddaughter, aged then seven years, turned to me and asked: "Grandpa, what are ' ancestors?"" I explained to the child that everybody, as she knew, had parents, grandparents and great-grandparents, and that all beyond great-grandparents' parents in the ascending line were termed "ancestors," so everybody had "ancestors." The child quickly turned around and said: "But, Grandpa, how about Adam and Eve?"

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POETS

OME of my grandchildren, with other little friends before they entered school, had a little private class at home. The young lady teacher one day read to them a little poem and explained that the poem was by Longfellow, adding: "Children, I want you to remember the name, as this was one of the great American poets." The following day at the opening of the class, the teacher asked: "Children, do you

remember the name of the poet of whom I spoke to you yesterday?"

My young granddaughter promptly answered, "Yes, Miss his name is Rockefeller."

-JACOB H. SCHIFF.

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CONTENTMENT

HE best rule for content discovered yet
Is, never want a thing you cannot get.

-ALBION FELLOWS BACON.

THE HOLY SCRIPTURE

HE holy Scripture is your weapon in time

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of war,

Your companion in time of peace.

-JAMES, CARDINAL GIBBONS.

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BURROS AND BUREAUS

GOOD many years ago when I was travelling in Arizona with the late Mr. Jay Gould, who controlled the Western Union Telegraph Company at that time, he purchased two burros and shipped them to two of his sons at Irvington. On arrival there the agent, not understanding the situation and supposing burro spelled bureau, telegraphed the superintendent in New York as follows:

"Am short two bureaus and ahead two jackAnswer."

asses.

-ROBERT C. CLOWRY.

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FROM A FRIEND

KNOW of no two verses more admirable than those of one I rejoice to remember as a dear friend, Matthew Arnold.

"Children of men the unseen power whose eye Forever doth accompany mankind,

Hath looked on no religion scornfully

That man did ever find,

Which has not taught weak wills how much they

can

Which has not fallen on the dry heart like rain, Which has not cried to such self-weary man: "Thou must be born again.'

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-ANDREW CARNEGIE.

SONG TO THE BLESSED MOTHER OF

GOD

In remembrance of the occasion of the presentation of her Baby at His Father's temple.

WEET Mother, awaiting

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While Joseph's debating

The gifts you can safely afford:

Wits all a-wander,

I know what you ponder

The little pink toes of the Lord.

Wellaway, maybe,

A little live baby

Is more of a creed than a "Cord
Threefold unbroken,"

Unworthily spoken:

So kiss the pink toes of the Lord!

-CHARLES Rann Kennedy.