A HYMN IN PRAYSE OF THE PACKE

"OW lette us syng like everything,

Now

& lyft uppe hearte & voyce,

Give prayse unto the Kyng & Queene

& in theyre strengthe rejoyce.

Mayhappe the Knave wee yette shalle save Yette see hym ful of grayce,

Tho wee may rue thatte 'tis hys due

To falle before the ayce.

To Tenne and Nine and Eightspotte too,

Be honour givn alway,

To Seven and Sixe and Five and Foure

& eke to Deuce and Traye.

-H. E. KRehbiel.

AFTER ALL

HE old men babble and the young men sing,

THE

What comes between is a very little thing! A white hand waving and a blue eye glancing, Tired head for home, or a gay step dancing. Dust in the road, and a red sun falling, Love's first kiss, and a babe's first calling, The young men act, and the old men chatter, All life is this, and it's no great matter!

-HELEN HAY WHITNEY.

JUNE

HE roseate cloudlets flying,

THI

Have caught in the orchard trees;

And deep in the red, red clover

Are humming the honey bees; The dearest bud of a baby

Laughs under a flowered bough,

Oh, the sweet things are out in the orchard, The blossoming time is now!

-CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM.

CHARITY

CHARITY, O Charity,

By God and angels blessed,

What nobler can we on this earth

Than aid the poor distressed?

When youth and riches all have flown,

How happy yet is he

Who loved his suffering fellow-men,

Immortal Charity!

-OSCAR S. STRAUS.

ONE OF MY FAVORITES

AM not a poet and am not sufficiently familiar with poems to comply with your request. As the object seems to be a commendable one, I will, however, copy one that might under some circumstances be timely and useful.

WEET as the song the robins sing,

SWE

Pure as the flow of the crystal spring, Deep as the depths of a mother's love, True as your faith in the God above, With a harvest of smiles and a famine of tears, Through all the course of the coming years, So sweet, so pure, so deep, so true,

Be the joys that fate holds in store for you." -GENERAL NELSON A. MILES.

WISH you great success in your most com

mendable undertaking. The people of our country are our best natural resources and we cannot too faithfully conserve them. Who knows but that, in saving one of those little mites from a crooked spine or an early death, we may be creating a captain of industry, a statesman, or a philosopher, someone who will shed lustre upon our country?

TIMIDITY

Great owls, weird goblins and large bats
May terror add to many a night;
But worse by far than these to me
Are verses that I'm asked to write!

They haunt me not by night alone;

They also make the days a fright;
They follow me where'er I go;

Those verses that I hate to write.

The Muse comes not at my command;

Take pity on my wretched plight;

Relieve me of that awful load

Of verses that I cannot write.

-MYRON T. HERRICK.

THE STRANGE LADY

Y name is Rebecca Mary,

MY

As all of our fam❜ly knows,

But a Strange Lady called on Mother,

Who kissed me and called me Rose.

Just in a whisper she said it,
Holding me very tight,

So that I couldn't tell her
She hadn't got it right.

"Rose-little Rose!" she called me
And Mother said, "Is it so?"
And she said, "They might be twin sisters,
But that it was years ago!"

I didn't understand her,

But Mother did, I suppose,

'Cause she smiled at me sort of gently,

When the Strange Lady called me Rose.

-KATHLEEN NORRIS.