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APH O RI SMS WI SE AN D OTH E R WI SE

BY F A N' AT ' R N . I N

' Au tho r of The Je w an d Othe r Po e ms

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CHAPTER I . N o cl ou ds we make through s elfish act s

Have s ilver l ining on their b acks .

Th e deed d eferre d by good intent ,

Is never worth a copp er cent .

’ Go d s hou s e i s that one Sa cr ed s pot ,

Wher e s in an d s orrow have no lot .

The idle s oul that d ream s of bl is s , ’ Hath felt the tou ch of Lethe s kis s .

’ S ome wom en s n e rves are s trong o r weak ,

Ac cord ing to the things they s e ek .

With pancakes hot , the m eans ar e nigh ,

To make the l ovely butterfly .

B e p atient with your erring friend ,

We all n e ed help , our faults to m end .

’ ’ When dais ies b lo om o er mother s breast , How can she know wh o love d her b e st '

n Whe n m en a d women ceas e to p lay , lT h e ir charms and b eauty s oon de cay .

Unwelcom e bles s ings of . today ,

May not again invad e your w ay .

f Boiled co fe e , you can always tell ,

Be cau s e it has an ol d s ock smell .

With j o ckeys ne ver trade a b east ; ’ They ll beat you t w o to one at least .

P a g e T h re e r The wo ldly mind , with moral taint ,

' nows not a rakehell from a s aint .

Your boy is l ike a fi r e y colt ;

He need s a p et , and then a j olt .

From faith and l ove you surely win

No more nor les s than you put in .

’ n t im e In J u e bu g , the urchin s glee , ’ n - Is w ith a string to j u e bu g s kne e .

The road mo s t travele d you should know May l ead where you would hate to go

You came into this worl d with naught ; ’ You ll take away j us t what you brought .

How would you like a s erum sure , For imp ecunious germ cure '

The b loody zea l that b urns a. witch I s b lacker than hell ’ s blackest p itch

Sweet p atienc e wins , and n e ver fails

While anger s truts , swells and rails

Tomorrow is a paradis e ,

Where knaves ar e good , an d fools are Wis e .

h T e p ride o f s trength is fi ckl e b oast ,

For one whos e years a re few at mos t .

As much as life res emb les dus t ,

S o much d oes love resemble lus t .

No matter what the tribe or race ,

' ind hearts you find in every place .

’ Th e Gosp el n eeds no r u ffian s spe e ch , The h earts of thoughtful m e n to reach

’ The Master s w o rds were s t r o n g an d plain ,

B ut n e ver w ith a vulgar stain .

P a ge F o u r CHAP TER I I .

The pot may call the kettl e bla ck ,

B ut that gives neither what they lack .

lT h e humbl e life i s that sane s tate , ’ Where t h goo d are happ ier than the great .

T o strike your s olar p lexus hard ,

Eat everything well fried i n lard .

m . S o etimes , the boasted convert proud ,

Is j us t a p ervert with the crowd .

There is n o great ; ther e is no small ,

T o sway the Father of us al l .

o Young man , that girl y u think so swe e t ,

Mu st als o have s ome b read and meat .

’ Don t tell th e Lor d what He shoul d do ,

H e likely knows as wel l as you .

Our s olons poor at making l aws Divert the fact by shaking paw s

To di e for love may s e em the be st ,

But living f o r it is the test .

Men say , that Eve was firs t to s in ,

And ever s ince have rubbed it in .

The overalls , with greas e and d irt , ’ t Ex cell the dandy s s p otle s s shir .

No critic ever lived or d ied ,

Who had all t ruth up on his s id e .

If all were rich , and all were p roud , Then who woul d s erve th e nasty crowd

When fire is col d , and i ce is hot , ’ A w oman s love w il l save a s e t .

The lie of Ananias lives ,

A warning to each soul that gives .

P a ge Five Jack Windy knows j ust how to run ,

Al l kinds of bus in es s but his own .

You think your friend mus t s till be true ,

N o matter what you say or do .

o D eterminati n to s ucceed , ’ I s every s oul s es s ential ne ed .

Al l wis dom and all earthly skill ,

Are wasted on a feebl e will .

A church is not a place to s nub , ’ ' Nor is God s hous e a howdy club .

T he hardes t w ork w e ever knew ,

Is shunning dutie s we should do .

A b itter tongue is not dis creet ,

And often runs into deceit .

o The m ilk f human kindnes s s ours , in r t i Where bas e g a t tu d e cowers .

I f homes sh o uld turn to cl eares t glas s , What would we d o when p eop le p as s '

The grace of God your s oul d oth need ,

Fa r more than dres s , and d rink , and fe ed .

k Oh , why not s ee the b es t in life ,

And shun the things not w o rth the strife .

P a ge S i x CHAPTE R I I I .

The breath o f s elfishnes s b edims ’ Truth s mirror with poor human whims .

As r estle s s as th e wing of time , ’ The gos sip s tongue emits its sl im e .

i To criticis e in l ofty s tra n ,

Bo des not of kindnes s or of b rain .

T he braying of an as s jus t shows ,

Th e mental weight of what h e knows .

’ T o love a friend is natur e s call , ’ T o b l es s a foe is nature s gall .

S ome think th ey l ove the Lord quite w ell ,

B e caus e they fear the pains of hell .

' ' The human hog alone wil l ki ck ,

And gorge hims elf with foo d when s ick .

The s inner twists a thousand ways ,

' To shun the audit o f his d ays .

n When was the s trid ent voice o f m a , Th e voice of God s ince time b egan '

’ B lam e not th e man for reas on s wre ck ,

Whos e mouth but op ens in his neck . f I daddy trots and mammy too ,

Think not the c o l t will p acing do .

W t r-it l s m hat e sway the hu an m ind ,

I n givin g s ight or making blind .

T o make a l uxury of gri ef ,

. S om e p eop le find a great relief .

I n every p ath that man hath trod , O ld Mammon is a fi rst clas s God ;

H e s eems to have the r ight of w ay ,

With littl e change and no decay .

P a ge S e ve n Think not an everlasting grin , o Will heal a tr uble or a s in .

Ou r s o cial life has much of fraud , - n Divorced from truth a d l o ve of God .

’ S ome men are wounded thro thei r pride , ’ And others o nly thro their hid e .

o To rob the h me of j oy an d p eace ,

Let wagging tongues forget to ceas e .

h ’ ,T e love of peace tho great and s trong ,

Can never cru sh the monster wrong .

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Forgivenes s for yours elf you ll find , o C mes not to unforgiving mind .

The man with s oul as b lack as night ,

May find at last s ome ray of light . W ithout an Eve this world would shrink , w ’ ’ ’ Until e d roll o er ruin s brink .

P a ge E igh t CHAPTER IV

n h My so , thos e w o the res t cure take ,

The mor e they r est , t h e mor e they ache .

’ The nation s p eace we must regard ,

When n o t the p eace of the graveyard .

Wh en l ost in al l this moral fog ,

Just listen to the De calogu e .

‘ rl o cas h the s ins of foolis h m en ,

The lawyer labors in hi s den .

If quacks were wi se as they pretend ,

Dis eas e and d eath would quickly end .

Great guns a vi ctory may w in ,

But never shoot the b lack from s in .

A robb er b old and heartles s to o ,

I s h e who puts the fal s e for true .

If playing cards is mortal sin , How could S aint P eter l et you in '

’ Not all the tears at s orrow s bier ,

Pro claim a grief profound , s incer e .

’ w ith r in i When g age the b o dy dr e s ,

The s oul should s ee with clearer eyes .

If every word you ever said , ' Was written d own , how would it read

' An emp ty head , and padde d purs e , C o uld fate arrange the matter wors e '

’ ’ Th e r ich man s war ; th e p oor man s fight ;

T h e d evi l works with al l his might .

e My s on , b eware of drugs that s em to che er ,

They l ead to darknes s and d is pair .

T here ar e no ea sy road s to l ife ; f Each upward step is one o s trife .

P a g e N in e Judge not a faith its traitors by ,

No r any creed by any li e .

' ' I t m ight h ave been , alas ' alas ' I s but the cry of each p oor as s ; '

h H e went t e road he knew was wrong , ’ And now he s ings this dead man s s ong .

A vulgar man is like a beas t ,

O f s e lf resp ect he knows the least .

When women s co ld and men complain , ’ There s nothing but dis gust and pain . w In s topping a ste and much expens e , ’ ’ D on t fail t o burn your neighb or s fence .

’ Wh en chi cken s fail to r oos t at hom e , ’ There s s om e excus e to make them roam .

Amid st the wre ck of throne s and crowns , e Is ever h ard the voic e of clowns . CHAP TER V .

I f hypocrites we wis h to ston e , ’ Tis when their de ed s are like our own .

me n How much abu s e some endure ,

To make a little graft s ecure .

e The po orest littl e hom e may shar , ’ m n True love an d G o d s o st te der car e .

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Just eat , and eat , u ntil you pop , ’ And then go hun t a do ctor s sho p .

’ An aching tooth ' but don t it hurt , And bring the lofty to the dirt '

' ’ ' r m an s T h e barroom i s the p o o club , And where loafs she who cooks his grub '

Jus t turn the j oke the j oker on ;

The heathen p es t will then b e gone .

W ’ e r e all s o fu ll o f go od advic e ,

We have no time to b e real nice .

The s o cial s cr eamers shout s o long , ’

We ve los t the titl e of their s ong ,

’ ' ' B e not o b s e ss d with bargain trade , ’ Therein th e dealer s trick i s laid ;

f I you have won a priz e at cost ,

The s eller or the buye r lost .

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To b reak a d og from sucking eggs , Jus t hang him u p by his four legs ;

And thu s susp en ded in th e air , ’ H e ll suck no mo re while hanging ther e .

T h e young at time and r eason s coff ; h T ey wi sh to start where dad left off .

T o sa m y that an i s only dirt ,

M ean s he is hard ly worth a shirt . I t do es s eem strange , yet very clear , T hat tetanu s evades the fair

B oys suffer from the wiggle w orm ,

And little girls the giggl e germ .

T o eat without an appetite ,

I s c ertain trouble to invite .

If every man was straight and true ,

T he cou rts woul d have no work to do .

You cannot teach a child the right ,

With always faults your own in sight . m The dron e in su me r gaily sings , ’ B ut winter s breath will clip his wings .

For mi schief and fo r hop eles s gloom ,

S ome us eful wo rk will leave no room .

Fo r stingines s that kills the s oul , ’

Give more , don t wait u ntil your told .

What are your vain r egrets today , That wishing wil l not drive away '

Should mo dern birth control succeed , — ’ D eu calion and Pyr r ah we ll nee d ' 1

What claim to Easter can they s how , Who shunned the Lord in fas t and wo e '

I f you the wish of Mid as had ,

Your ears would make you very sad . — Not e 1 The only h u man pair that su r vive d the deluge . In ob edience to an oracle , they threw stones b ehind them , from which s p rung u p a n ew race of men and women .

—~ Clas s Myth . CHAPTER VI .

The great D ead S e a , without a doubt ,

Has died from l etting nothing out .

Som e men wi ll waste a dollar bill , ’ To obviate a p enny s ill .

’ Our faults are like our b ody s skin ,

To p eel it off would hurt within .

That s ou l d oth stumb le in the dark ,

Who thinks the Cross a d ollar mark .

The middle clas s , it may b e s aid , ’ Is every nation s strength an d bread . i I n choos ng things of preciou s worth,

S om e trad e their heaven for the earth . A mus ement is th e crying rage , ’ And not the light of wis dom s page .

m Where unb elief its thousands da n ,

Sad misbelief its million s cram .

Cond ens e all nasty odors rip e ,

They could not equal that ol d pipe .

My son , t h e gay young s port yo u m eet ,

Has graduated from the str e et .

- And never s eek , bu t ever shirk , T he girl to o s oft and frail to wo rk , r T he st ongest b ricks within the ki ln , h Ar e tho s e t e fierces t heat did fill ,

’ ’ mis And tho se that s d the fire s forc e ,

Ar e s oft and u s eles s clay , of cours e .

’ T he p lough ho rs e on the racer s track , ’ C an s tart on time , but n e er come b ack .

’ F r a s ound s the voice from Peter s dom e , ’ - A n d yet , ti s s carcely heard at home .

P a g e Th ir t ee n The i dle poor increas e their need ,

T h e idl e rich but mis chief breed .

' ' How p roudly some men tip the Lord , And thus b estow a great reward '

T he lates t minus reason creed ,

I s s elfishnes s j ust gon e to s eed .

’ Tis eas ier far , to fas t and pray ,

T han change thy s elfish s infu l way .

T he w eeds of s orrow freely grow ,

L et not thy tears u pon them flow .

m ’ When m e r y feed s the s oul remors e ,

We trac e o ur motive s to their s ource .

T ’ here i s no truth tho gran d and plain , a T hat hath not m et with vi le disd in .

T h e tho rns that grow along thy way ,

S houl d o n ly hasten , not d elay .

No r ecord d e ep er writes thy gain , ’

T han b ravely co n qu e r d strife an d pain .

A goat may have but little s ens e ,

Y et knows whi ch end is fo r d efens e .

M y s on , the futur e may be thine , Y e t hungry men have failed to dine .

P a ge Fo u r t e e n CHAP TER VII

T he s impl e life may s e em t o o s low . ’ But that s the rout e the wis e one s go .

How many men are strong and brave , ’ Until they m eet temptation s wave .

If w i shes wou ld your lab o r do , ’ T he hardest j ob woul d s o on b e thro .

Without a big old devil b lack , ’ S ome p eople s s ins would b reak their back .

’ This thing b egan i n Ed en s day ,

When wis e old Eve firs t led the w ay .

’ Tis not our n eeds that make u s fr et ; ’ Tis what w e want and cann o t get .

I f all th e churches w er e but one , ' O h , wher e would b e the l ittle gun

T o shut you r eyes an d p ray for light , ’ Just m ean s you ve lo st your moral s ight .

T he rich are often very poor ,

Be caus e they ever cry for mor e .

a T h e p oor are often rich in p e c e ,

An d pu re s t j oy that wil l not ceas e .

A hel l to men is that s ad state ,

In which the truth is known too late .

T he man w h o wins through lying art ,

May se e t h e s ame u ps et his cart .

Through s acrifice love wins its way ,

Nor hee ds the price it has to pay .

If mothers all their m is sion knew , e Ou r rac e wou ld s oon b born anew .

’ Oh , what s the u s e to s cowl and s cold , ' At any fashion , new o r o ld

P ag e Fift e e n With eyes like two boiled eggs peeled ,

Theos ophy can read the s ealed .

A coffin s cares s om e p eople b lue ,

But do es not change the things they do .

To live in vain an d shallow things ,

Will en d in sharp , regretful stings ,

’ ’ Ti s not your faith that s crucifi ed , ’ Tis nothing but your human pride .

n The wasted w ealth in us el ess thi gs ,

Would wip e out want with al l its sting s .

i What t r fi e s feed our vain conceit ,

And make our s elf esteem complete .

Lo st b les sings like d eath b ed regr ets ,

Repair no wrongs , and pay no debts .

P a ge S ix t e e n

S ome men wer e evil all their lives ’ An d glad ly mo u r n d by weary wives

The one who does the b est he can ,

Stands far above the average man .

Some bootles s sage hath tru ly s aid

No woman and the chu rch i s dead . W ithout the men , w e ris e to s ay , ' ' T he j ails and p ens would pas s away .

N o wrong can b e forgiven quite ,

’ ’ ‘ As long as kep t in m e m r y s sight .

The clothes of mother Ev e were few ,

And yet , she had enough to d o .

’ When feeling very vain , tis s aid , The p eacock s truts with tai l all sp read

But when his ugly feet he s ees , ' lH e drop s his tai l and wil dly flee s .

And if s om e girl s with skirts s o tight , ’ Could s e e their feet they d take to flight .

P a ge E ig h t e e n CHAPT E R IX .

Great b rains afo ot one often s e es ,

Whil e hum an b eef rides by in e as e .

’ Thos e mu sty s ins you ve hid away ,

May come to light s ome f uture day .

’ D elilah S amps on s love di d share , i r Then pu t the s sso s in his hai r .

The bud within its s we etn es s s eals The open ros e its wealth reveals

’ A good man s fall mor e credenc e gets , ’ Than ten s tru e refo rmation nets .

o S u pp os e , s om e time , your boy sh uld s ay , I n e ve r s aw my mothe r p ray '

Suppos e , the tempter fi nds him w eak , Whos e fathe r s corn ’ a a faith to s e ek '

I tell you of a s olemn truth , ’ You r e mo re to b lame than that poor youth .

As worldly things engulf the mind , The path of life grows hard to find

If every Chri stian fought like you ,

‘ When would w e like the devil through '

’ We r e all a s orry lot at b e st ,

’ ‘ And shrink from truth s keen acid test .

The scientific s age of cours e , Well knows that life alone is force ;

Thi s fo rc e when gone is just the same a s Dec rnate hap e before it came ,

lS c r i e t a an p s eudo ble p sis , i ’ I s every b ggo t s source of b li s s .

u h Witho t good fait in God and man , i Your life s but a worthles s plan .

l 'a ge N in e t e e n If evi l thoughts dwell in your b rain ,

Their dirty tracks will there remain .

When love thy w ay d oth mar with s pats , Consu lt the stars and Thomas cats ; o While d ing thi s in thought sincere ,

A wi ser way may then ap pear .

A faith that you have neve r tried ,

l Its m erits yo u mu s t not deride .

‘ ma Religion you y cast away ,

And s eek it vainly s ome dark d ay .

’ I f d eath doth end the soul s career , W hat hav e we left to gu ide or che er '

’ A lazy man s excus e is made ,

In every shape and every shade .

’ A woman s love may las t for aye ,

And yet , alas ' may chang e today .

The man wh o loafs and talks all day ,

Had b etter d ie , or move away .

P a ge T w e n t y CHAPTER X .

The world ’ s dank love cannot b e had By thos e w h o preach the world is bad

Much mis chief in this world is wrought

By teachers who were n ever taught .

n h We love the m a w o stand s erect , - And never los es s elf resp ect .

sf o r Utilitie public u s e , Ar e all approved by vile abu s e

m n Some e have grown s o pro u d and hard ,

T hey think the worl d i s their backyard .

A crank is on e among the few ,

Who dares to dis agree with you .

’ In wrecks along life s path we find ,

Aborti ons of the s elfi sh mind .

The d ear old maids , how they aspire To show ou r faults an d poke the fire

Te s peak the tru th with har sh conceit , ’ No man s res pect will eve r meet .

e ’sh m A loaf r o e i s a retreat ,

Whe re he may go to s leep and eat .

Time writes his r eco rd on thy face ;

i r . It may b e s ad , but no d g ace

T o have th e final word s eems smart ; And often leaves an achin g heart

Plain food , w e know , good health promotes ;

Thi s do es not mean to live on o ats .

H o w deceitful , and how sad eyed ,

Is p overty with lofty pride .

No modern saint a halo wears ,

H is brow i s w r e at e d with world ly cares . To ri d your p lace of all the rats ,

G et s eventeen big Thomas cats ,

And put them in an iron p en , c ch h Then at t e rats an d throw them in .

A l earned man may change his mind ; '

A fool does nothing of the kind .

T ru e meeknes s i s a gracio us trait ,

That never smiles from fashion plate .

i s d Hors e s ens e s impl e as its o l ,

An d means , j ust d o as you are told .

T he kitchen often makes the gloom ,

T hat chills and fills the drawing room .

Fo r Strength of waist an d supp l e leg ,

T o walk will always beat the nag .

If many b roils you wish to shun ,

Talk l es s b efor e they are b egun .

I f want you fear , then shun al l waste , hh Whos e train of woes come on in st e .

T o keep your mind jus t bright and keen

Think only of the good and clean .

2 The lovely Balder met no fo e , ’ Till Loki came with mistleto e . — Note 2 Nors e Mythology , the go d of light ' and p eace , . surnamed the beautiful and ' good . H e was s lain by the evil Loki , with a branch of mistleto e , the only thing in c reation which had not taken an oath to do him no harm .

P a ge T w e n t y - t w o CHAPTER XI .

The crue l man i s hellwar d b ent ,

All evil aid s his sure decent .

Just like a p ea within a po d , Some dormant s ouls await the s od ;

And ther e they hop e rt h e good to gain

They treate d here with cold dis dain .

The s ages al l are wel l agreed ,

T hat imb eciles can have no creed .

T here is no piety in dirt ,

And s oap and wate r n ever hurt .

The sweet p erfume of s acrific e , Than s elfis hnes s i s bles s ed thrice

Life struggles with its mortal chain

Then brakes a link and ends its p ai n .

To church old Hard cas e never go es , i Uu t l at las t with upturned to es .

P oor s cientific foo ls are they ,

Who s e ek the source of life in clay .

. All tyrants have a timid mind ;

The brave alone are tru ly kind .

The tears of pain that wash you r eyes ,

' May clear the way for brighter ski es .

Goo d w orks far mo re of love reve al

Than pious talk o r lowly kneel .

- Let s elf control thy b eing sway ,

An d p eac e s hall crown thy clos ing day .

’ The m is er hoard s the s pendthrift s waste , ’ i if r in The r sin the s ame , with d g taste .

The meanes t man wou ld not d eny

h ~ T at truth is b etter than a lie .

P age T we n t y -t h r e e All family strife i s hard to soothe ,

Like chronic wrinkles will not smo othe .

Live up to love while love is nigh ;

The tim e may come when love will di e .

Think not that wind to wis dom turns ,

O r gabbling goos e with knowl edge burns .

The m an wh o b oasts of holy life ’ Is playing on the d evil s fife .

I n keeping Lent put s elf away ,

If you would have an Easter day .

The strife of s ects the devil s love ;

They make a nois e not heard above ,

With pleasu re knowledge you may gain , - But s elf contro l is w o n through pain .

W e never feel our lo s s es weight ,

Until the knowledg e comes to o late .

To make your lungs both large and strong ,

B reath e de eply an d the breath prolong .

P a ge T w e n t y -f e n r

The p rid e of s ect must pas s away ,

The shroud that folds it bod es d ecay .

’ D ecay remove s al l life s refu s e ;

Disp lacing that we cannot u s e .

’ Where pr eaching s dul l and s low of pace ,

The hearer need s a lot of grace .

The liar b oasts of truthfu l traits And thus a deeper doubt creates

A Judas will , with p leasure j oin ,

Just any band that has the coin .

Fo r many i lls there i s no cure , .

Yet fortitud e may al l endure .

l E at rip e s our kraut fo r ive r pains ,

And bilious b lues and n ervous strains .

The left hand doles its gifts with care ,

The right hand makes the trumpet b lare .

P a ge T w e n t y -s ix CHAPTE R X I II .

The froz en church s o calmly rests ,

Her d eadnes s needs no trump et tests .

My s on go watch the honey b ee ,

And let her wis dom stay w ith thee .

When stings of cons ci enc e m ake you quake ,

Their who lesome warning you should take .

k On every hand , p ale , s ic ly need ,

Walks in the step s of florid gre ed .

When heads ar e s oft and hearts are hard ,

T he time is rip e to b e on guard .

- S he w ad e s the snow , and mud and s leet ,

To danc e , o r club or frien d to meet ;

But when the sky with clou ds is black ,

H er z eal for church i s rather s lack .

’ A woman s b eauty never d ies , ’ While love s pur e flame doth light her eyes .

With all his s cience what i s man '

A cricket in a frying pan .

At home have thi s inj unction filed ;

' ‘ ' But onc e a man and twic e a child .

’ h Ti s always he w o does the least ,

Who growl s t h e mo s t a n d spo il s th e feast .

’ You ll find in church an d in the state ,

The doubting Thomas n ever late .

Great men there are s o wis e and ' de ep — , They guide the worl d whi le in their s l eep .

Analys is of unb elief , fii r m i Shows a at o n in r elief .

t All s orms will howl thems elves to r est ,

And truth will ever s tand the test .

P a ge Twe n t y -se v e n ’

I f faith doth triumph o er the tomb , Why cheris h symbols of its gloom '

’ Tis but a ru ction of the brain , - And there he lies , in death s elf sl ain .

Stop not to r eas on or to doubt , Throw skeleton and clos et out '

Like thoughtles s youth , forgetful age , ’ Writes s adnes s on life s checkered page .

- To put ol d head s on shoul ders young ,

Wou ld not s ave s camp s from b eing hung .

N o w if your love i s but a dream , ’ Tis like old milk without the cream .

’ You d b etter b e a p aup er l ean , Than fatten on the low and mean

’ You d b ette r throw a dog a bone ,

- Than coldly strike him with a stone .

h The go od o ld d ays that us ed to e , ’ Ar e good b e caus e they re far away .

T he ro sy futu re that you s eek ,

May b e a tear upon the che ek .

P a g e T w e n t y -e ig h t CHAP TER X IV

Rac e s uicide is s illy stuff

Of runts and s crubs we have enough .

Of making laws there i s no end ;

Their keeping we do not inten d .

If all the writer s wi sd om wrote ,

The world on wav es of light would float .

The blackest littl e imp yet s een ,

Crawls through your pip e in nicotine .

The little underhanded trick ,

S hows mind s as crooke d as a stick .

' T h e bo t t le sucker hop es to die ,

Just floating out upon the rye .

’ The farmer s life is one of p eac e ,

P lus lab or s hard that never c eas e .

To waste your time in vain pur suits ,

Will n ever buy t h e bab e his b oots .

A woman sc ents a wrong at s ight ,

Wis e man mus t halt , and doubt , and fight .

The church with p rayer and mu s ic sw eet ,

Charms not the loafer on the s tr eet .

’ S ome talk s ar e like a j ay b ird s s ong , ' We like them b etter short than long .

All tho se wh o hate without a caus e , ’ Shall p ay the pric e of hatr ed s laws .

I f yo u wer e I , and I w er e you ,

S o me thing s would have another view .

T o worship art , and nature scorn ,

Pr o claims a mind o f balance shorn .

w While evil shadow s haunt thy ay,

B e brave and tru e , an d love and pray .

P a ge Twe n t y -n ine A youth in z eal dis cretion s co rns ;

I n rip er years his folly mourns .

A loving wife will loving stay ,

I f she can always have her way .

A loving husb and , it is said , ’ I s o ne who s well and amp ly fed — Yet , many w ell fed dogs complain ,

An d try to break their kennel chain .

I f Go d fors ook this circling world ,

‘ ’ With all the orbs around it hurl a,

’ O n e hour , what wreck and crash there d And what the fate of you and me '

A co stly tomb may point on high ,

While but a cold and s culptured lie .

In every thing the quack appears ,

T o fee d your vanity or fears .

P a ge T h ir t y CHAP TER XV

T o shorte n life and l engthen toil ,

T he foolish burn the midnight oil .

A mul e will kick both fo e an d friend ,

S o do not risk his kicking end .

m a v Extortion y in wages s a e ,

B ut los e s in its thriftles s s lave .

A man may pr each s o long and loud ,

Until he d eafen s al l his crowd .

All family fights and bitter stings ,

C ome forth from trifling littl e things .

T he truth ab out the matter i s ,

H is fau lt is you rs , and your fault his .

T hrough all the days , and al l the years ,

H old fast to this , the Father cares .

Now when a b oy his ears doth c leans e ,

H e hath a girl among hi s fri end s .

n S hort weight a d measu r e s cant , called tare ,

Ar e but a dirty thieving s nar e .

The s add es t s oul you ever s aw , M -in -l ay b e your poo r old mother aw .

' T h a hin he e c g heart , t blinding tears , h l S o u d d rive you from you r s elfis h car es .

W ith childis h faith and manly mind ,

T he b est in life you n ow wil l find .

Oh , cheapen not your common s pe ech W , ith oaths that nothing goo d can teach .

Hark not to fatalistic d reams , Fo r c hanc e knows naught of s avage s chem es .

’ Love s p leas ure i s to fr eely give ;

D eprived of this it cannot live . ’ T he wid ow s s igh i s not so keen , ’ As s ome poor wife s with husband mean .

An epicur e his food adores ,

An d eats u ntil he strains his pores .

All s ci ence doth this truth proclaim , A lazy man i s never game

If you , a wo rld all had your own , Would you j ust s erve or ride a throne '

The old lament their youthful j oys .

'

T he youth contemns the life of b oys .

Pos s es s ion and des ir e did race ,

Pos s es s ion fell and marred hi s fac e .

Divines t truth will fad e away ,

From eyes bedimmed with mortal clay .

P ag e T h irt y -t w o

Refo rmers strike with frantic rage ;

Not always with the s ens e of s age .

’ You d b etter l earn to walk , my s on ,

‘

B efore you strain your n erves to run .

A s ea o f holy water pur e ,

Could neve r change an epicur e .

’ Of all the evils i n life s cours e ,

T here is no s orrow like remors e .

’ Don t tamper with your cons cience , friend ;

No human skill its wreck cou ld mend .

E arth has no m ockery like this '

A s iss y man , o r mannis h s is '

’ Abaddo n s cruel sword is d rawn ;

The b loo d o f nation s i s the pawn .

Some folks are like a bumbl e b ee ,

T hey fu s s and sting , but n ever pay .

w That mortal man as never born ,

Who feare d a club , as much as s co rn .

Wher e minds ar e short , and tongue s ar e

long ,

The d evil b eats his loudes t gong .

P a ge T h ir t y - f o u r CHAPTER XVII

' i nd de ed s sweet o dors leave behind , To cheer the do er ’ s nob le mind

The silent grave a home provid e s ,

And many fault s and follies hides .

. T he fat are s oft and s low of p ace ;

The leanest dog may win the rac e .

A S olomon and Job in on e ,

Cou ld not instruct a fo rward s on .

If yo u do not your church ob ey , ’ You d b ette r change o r c lear the w ay.

T o hav e thy way is not a proof ,

That G o d doth dwell b eneath thy roof .

If all were yours from shore to shore ,

Without pure love you would b e p oor .

Th e wi s e st man that ever die d ,

Hi s little f ollie s could not hid e .

A faith is cold an d d ead as stone ,

When canned in verbal creed alone .

e B ware o f pur ely s elfi sh prayers ,

They cannot climb the golden stair s .

When cruel to a helpless b east ,

The b e st in such a man has ceas ed .

D isloyal fir st , to God , then state ,

Then everything of worth and weight .

I ll natur ed p eopl e ar e a blight , h That t rill s the devil with delight .

’ w r A a of word s , a fool s defens e ,

Without a grain of comon s ens e .

t h When women ge t e vote complete ,

Old rum go es down in s ure defeat . On littl e shams and social lies ,

The little mind s to glory ris e .

An honest man fears not the truth ,

But knaves and frauds d ecry the s leuth .

’ T h e youth wh o s ees his elder s wrong ,

I s weakened where he shoul d b e strong .

’ T he thoughts that travel thru thy brain ,

Will cl ear the mind or l eave a stain .

Without a cree d of s ome r eal kind , ' How can yo u . fe e d or guid e the mind

Let truth and love thy way proclaim ,

And naught shall cau s e the e fear or shame .

Now , if your body is mature , ’ E at les s , and many ills you ll cu re .

How many , now , the s od b eneath , Who dug thei r graves with greedy teeth ' zH e r aclit u s shed tears galore ; D emocritu s smiled evermore ' 3

’ If you coul d s ee beyond death s gate ,

Your doubts would then evaporate .

— r Note 3 Democritus of Abde e , contemp o ' rary with S ocrates , called the laughing ' philos opher be e cau s e he mad e a j est of ’ men s fo llies , s o rrows and struggles . He ‘ is contrasted with Heraclitu s , the weeping ' philos opher , who wep t ove r almost every

thing .

P a ge T h ir t y - s ix CHAP TER XVII I

- I f s elf conceit could make one great , - S uch m en would over crowd the state .

The s eeming only fades aw ay ,

The real endure s for aye and aye .

If every Christian did his best ,

The devil then would get no rest .

If women all their votes could cas t ,

T he wis h to do it would'not last .

I f lo s s of friend s you now d eplore ,

B e true and kind and thu s w in mor e .

h The fi ery z ealot as his us e ,

S o long as men their weal abu s e .

We b lam e the strong when they are weak T he feeb le s corn when strength they s eek

All strive to make the mother glad , , But not a word for poor old dad ;

At last there come s the s ilent rest , ’ Remors e s tr ews flowers o er hi s br east .

- When sicknes s comes and friends are gone , ' You ll think of mu ch you might have don e .

O f all the woes that pain the flesh ,

Thre e fourth ar e from the supp er dish ,

’ There ar e thre e g s in hou s ehold wo e , n d And they are garb , and gab a go .

C ould there b e s ound mo r e sweet and choice , Than w oman ’ s kind and mellow vo ic e '

’ Tis said that men from monkeys came ,

Then - why have monkeys stayed the s ame '

i But f your bloo d to jungles runs , ’ n We ll o t deny the ap e his s ons .

Pa ge T h ir t y - se ve n I f youth were wis e and age were strong ,

All life would b e a gladd er s ong .

If each man had of wealth the s am e , ’ Right b ack twould go from whence it came .

A p enny held against the eye ,

Ob structs th e sight , both far and nigh .

h An angry man will act t e fool ,

Then s corn hims elf when pas sions s ool .

In friends , a fault we s carc e can s e e ,

I n foes no virtue can there be .

If you and I ou r merits had , ' Woul d this , you think , jus t make u s glad

h A o g, tobacco wou ld not us e , ’

And thence of cours e , a hog you d choos e .

Let not a thought p ervert thy way ,

To shroud w ith gloom thy dying day .

P a ge T h ir t y -e igh t CHAPTER XI X

Th e voice of wis dom is not lou d ,

An d fall unheeded on the crowd .

To say that men ar e all untrue ,

I s ju st a lie , and nothing n ew .

r If tea s could wash o ur s ins away , ’ We d al l a b ath begin today .

T h e s we etest ro s e that ever grew , h ’ Hath bat d its p etals in the dew .

No man can . ri s e s o great or high , ’ T hat he may pas s the o rphan s cry .

If a ll the go od their graves were in ,

This world would not b e worth a pin .

T he hostile ranks of j ealous s ects ,

O f failu re sad are s ure ind ex .

The fear of hell may check a s in ,

But love alone , a life can win .

’ S ome want s o much that s not their own , ’ T heir life is but a sick n in g groan .

I f I , my wis h in all things had ,

I might , p erhap s , make s om e one mad .

’ A mother s love will sweetly last ,

When other love s have long sinc e pas se d . t A meaner s camp could n o b e found , h Than he w o s ows dis co rd around .

Of all the wars that m en have fou ght , How many s prang from righteou s thought '

When might i s right , then b lood is s pilled ,

‘ And men like b rutes , by knave s are kille d .

Befor e you drown your care in drink , M son y , jus t stop , and pray , and think .

P a g e T h ir t y -n in e There never was a heart s o black ,

But love coul d call its cons ci enc e back .

S ome men are d ull and s tupid things ,

Yet bold enough to censur e kings .

The latest fashions on the plate ,

May come from thos e the wearers hate .

T he doctors now the kis s decry ,

But thus shall not ou r rapture die .

All good advic e wil l safely keep ,

And find its way to rubbi sh heap .

n h r l z All lands have A ac a sis C o o t , 4 Wh o stirs up strife with hellis h plots .

O ur courts a T alus sadly need , 5

To castigate the vicious bre ed .

- Not one cure all doth nature have ,

T o heal all s icknes s with one s alve .

Instead o f faulting every act ,

Just s e ek the goo d with graciou s tact . — Note 4 A nam e as sumed by Bar o n Jean C lo z 1 55 B aptiste o t , born at C leves in 7 . H e

attempted to r efo rm the human race , and t raveled all over Europ e d enouncing ' ings ,

Princes and Rulers , and even th e Deity .

lNo t e 5— A b razen man , mad e by Vulcan

fo r Mino s , to gu ard Crete . H e ran around the Is land of Crete administering warning and correction to offender s by flooring them H i . s with an iron flail invulnerabl e frame ,

res istl es s st rength , and pas s ionles s natur e typified the power which executes the d e crees of j ustice and the man dates of mag is t r a e s t .

P a ge F o r t y

Its w eakest link and not its length , ’ At last will show the cable s strength .

A faith that ego magnifies ,

Will w in its w ay in human eyes .

h h On many farms this si gn angs igh , ' ' And t hey mean it ' root hog or die '

The c ackling hen that fails to lay ,

Jus t sings a s ong that doe s not p ay .

The road to hell is full of tramp s ;

A s orry lot of d amaged s camps ,

With s cores of s ects of every name , C T he hri stian faith i s deep in shame .

Bu t wors e than that if wors e can b e ,

The Christian fails hi s shame to s e e .

If words yo u lack fo r daily prayer , J Take thes e and us e them everywhere '

' eep m e , O God , this day from wrong ,

And make m e clean and kind and strong .

P a g e F o r t y -t wo CHAPTER XX I

’ T he c ritic s unproductive b rain ,

Is but d estructive force in pain .

Som e p eople S plurge with subtle skill An d leave their friends to p ay the bill

No matter what his sp e ech or s ong ,

T he b rute in man is fierc e an d strong .

’ T o dr eam of truth s triumphant tread,

Without go od works you r faith i s d ead .

Soft wo rds , jus t s imple , s weet and kind , ’ Are rich and priceles s things you ll find .

’ A s lan d r o u s tongu e doth pois on drop ,

And death alone that tongu e can stop .

Men s trive fo r greater length of days ,

Instead of wi s er , better ways .

My s on , no bond s o r w ealth o r gold ,

Will cheer a w asted life , when old .

’ T h e ro s es on a woman s cheek , '

O f n ature strong , o r art d o s peak .

If love coul d realiz e its dream ,

Domestic blis s w ould reign supr e me .

Too little church and too much lo dge ,

And all religion gets the dodge .

Th e s oul that shun s th e hous e of praye r

Will sink , at last , in dark des pai r .

A cons cie nce twisted out of shap e ,

I s but a p eg for moral crap e .

All men would like to heaven go ,

If they could take s om e things below ,

To doubt the goo d and trus t the bad ,

To lurid ruin lead s th e lad . The p o stulatio n of the heart ,

Writes faith above despairing art .

If du st an d ashes end it all ,

Then faith an d hop e and love are gall .

T he cl eanes t bodies sometimes hold ,

A s oul that rots in stink and mou ld .

A thousand warning vo ices loud , ’ Woul d fail to reach you throu a shroud .

The liar has a forke d tongue ,

And s ome folks think , an extra lung .

’ The ri ch man s fear i s future n eed , ’ The p oo r man s d read i s p res ent greed .

The greates t s inner may repent , h An d keep the road e alw ays went .

’ If your r eligion s all for show ,

Your nam e is on the list b elow .

hi To b eat the devil with s tools ,

I s but the folly of the fools .

‘ r a ge li o r t y - fo u r CHAPTER XXII

Not only tears , b ut smiles as well , ’ A s ou l s gr eat sacrific e may tell .

If all this world would sto p its lies ,

Then tru st wou ld b righten many skie s . W ith good intentions old and new , ’ Damnation s road is paved al l through .

’ All hist r y writes it large and plain ,

Most wars are wage d for gre e d and gain .

A faith that chills a kindly heart , ’ I s but a trick of Satan s art .

To s erve the devil all your days ,

Will not , at last , r each p eaceful ways .

If thy sweet friend has gon e to rest , Why moan the fate that heaven bl es t '

To leave undone , o r do the wrong ,

Ensnares a p art of every throng .

The d evil quoted s cripture well ,

And thus the tr itest truths coul d tell .

While giving Caes ar all his own , ’ Rememb e r there s a higher throne .

A s e lfi sh love can b rook no s light ,

' I t s wants m ust come , or e ls e a fight .

If all yo ur prayers rec eive d a yea , ’ a Yo u d soon command b oth land and s e .

’ S elf prai se is vanity s d e light ,

And many gentle s ouls doth b light .

Your love for God may b e s incere ; ' An d yet , d o you abid e his c are

The martyrs suffere d rack and shame , Have you the faith to do the same ' G reat strife o ’ er trifling little things May blind a s ou l and break its wings

No piou s s ect was ever born ,

W ithout a Balaam and his horn .

T he poor who strive to vie with ri ch ,

Will find their goal down in the ditch .

’ ’ w Ou r brother s fault e may forget ,

When w e ar e caught in the same net .

'

T he s ource of p eace i s from within , ’ And not the world s p oo r sham and d in .

’ M e n s corn the truth of heaven s Lord , ’ An d gamble on a gyp sy s word .

With all it s b right and hopeful s cenes ,

S ome souls forget what Christmas m eans .

I n war th e hero bravely dies ,

At home he falls before mince pies .

Pa g e F o r t y -s ix CHAPT ER XX I I I

Without a form ; without a creed ; H ow will you teach the s oul its n eed '

We s e e great so cialistic s chemes ,

L ead m en away from truth to dreams .

In every trib e and every clan , ’ The runt yo u l l find from p ig to man .

T h e mother mourns her wayward s on ,

Wh o s corns her tear s to have hi s fun .

' ' ’ With middle men ou r trad e i s curst ;

O f busin es s fo es he is the wo rs t .

I f p arents tru e religion tau ght ,

The straying sheep would s oon b e caught .

‘

I f germ s in every thin g exist , ’ ' What s hurt , if ge rm by germ is kis s ed

T h e s ons of wealth who take their eas e ,

Ar e s eldon worth a p eck of p eas .

Fair opportunity doth climb ,

And bloom up on the stalk of time .

‘ The fl o w e r swift ly fades away ;

' ’ The stalk outlives the blo om s decay .

Boas t not the ' mill of God grinds s low

Fo r yo u at last , m u s t through it go .

T he paras ite may b e a curs e ;

Som e time s it feeds on things mu ch wors e .

A woman with a so cial fad , a M kes all her neighbo r s very s ad .

T he fear of gho sts i s in u s all ,

Who never saw a gho stly pall .

T he p olitician change s oft , o fi d T n a p lac e b oth sur e and s oft . Al l human love its limits find , ’ When bo w d b efore ungratefu l mind .

H w o oft with rich p leb ean bri de , The title d b eggar s aves his hid e ;

h S e pays the gambling d ebt he owes ,

And straightway to the d evi l go es .

’ Unvarnished truth , tho hard and keen ,

Alone will kill the low and mean .

If every thing wi ll go their way , - S ome folks will sweetly smil e all day .

A loafer works his mouth all day ,

And fo r his wi s dom gets no pay .

S r hort cuts to h e aven o to health ,

‘ ’ Are like a b eggar s dream of wealth .

P a ge F o rt y e ig h t

The force of habit al l doth b ind ,

The great as wel l a s little mind .

Do not impos e u pon your friend ,

And bring his patienc e to an end .

S ince having nothing els e b esid e ,

A fool may stand upon his pride .

’ My so n , b ewar e th e gambler s den , ’ - Ti s but a morgue for s elf s lain men .

Great waste and want go hand in hand , m Wher e thrift and pl enty should co mand .

Just like the wife of Mis ter Lott ,

You s ometimes look where you ought not .

The foolish gos sip s neve r think , ’ How near they stand to ruin s b rink .

When s imple trus t and love d ecay , ’ Th e j oy bird s s ong then dies away .

To air your family faults in court ,

I s s ure to stir s ome nas ty dirt .

Example mo re our lives doth rule ,

Than all the wis dom of the s chool .

Goo d health , by far , i s greate r worth , Than all the gold upon this earth ;

And yet you may may , from day to day,

Let all this pr eciou s wealth decay .

P a g e F ift y ' CHAPTE R X X’V

’ I n any thou ght or deed that s done , What i s ther e new beneath the sun '

The s w eetest s ong , it mu st b e said ,

Was from the bird that n ow i s dead .

T he foolish p ray for easy life , ’ Instead of strength to m e et it s strife .

T h e u niver s ity of fools

Is mu ch the b est of hu man s chool s .

Great thieve s may fatten on the state ;

Wh il e little ones mu st expiate .

' ‘

Fo r t r an s cie n t fame o r s o r d e d pelf ,

We s eek r eform in all b ut s elf .

t fi ‘l That o ffice is a pu blic trust , ' S ome statesmen think , m eans get the dust .

' A cr u e l man t he good des pis e ; ’ H is me m ry r ots b efor e he di es .

- h ‘ On e half of t is b ad wo rld at least , Upon t he other half doth feast ;

' Fro m~~ we ak a n d fo o lish t o ll they tak e ’ In spit e of hono r s n ob l e sake . T he love o f wea—lth and w ealth ’ s d isplay I s shaming all but you and m e .

‘

If love divine your h eart doth fi ll , ’ r li You ll n eve e , or cheat , or kill

k ' Pu r e lo v r e is not fo r in e chan dise ,

No r s e eks its p rice from lustful eyes .

T he man at hom e t h e t yrant reigns , r h D es e ves t e hatred that he gains .

c h m If civi prid e from s a were torn , R eligion of vain pretens e shorn , ’ What wou ld w e h ave fo r glory s booth To deck the skel eton of truth '

A broken faith will shed its gloom ,

Around you r path unto the tomb .

W - A oman more for love w ill lie .

T han al l the gold beneath the sky .

A man for gold more crime will d o ,

Than forty women ever knew .

to t They s ell the farm , own they go ,

To share their fate with want an d wo e .

' T h e s ch o o l of trial all wo u ld shun ;

Without it not a triumph won .

~ I n proud and s elfish s ouls is b orn T he weapon known as human s corn i The fool its us e d oth magn fy ,

T o parry truth o r shi eld a lie .

m n ' h The a w o takes al l things for pelf ,

Has live d too much within hims elf .

i O ne man m ght live a hundre d years ,

i . i h o u An d . d e w t t regret or tears ;

h ma Anot er young , y fall asleep ,

And al l t h e n ation b end s to we e p .

The first one lived for s elfis h e nds

T he latter made al l men his friends .

' S cho ol of experi enc e .

Fi t -t w o 1. a ge f y CHAPTER X XVI

.

I f all things were to s uit you r mind , ’ The chances are you d be unkind ,

T o s erve the Lord , al l ways are free , An d yet , not one can some folks s e e .

A man m ay s eem as goo d as pie ,

And yet , may have a s elfish eye .

' Oh , w hy d o es gr aft in all things grow

B ecaus e the people will it s o .

I f wealth you r life and str ength could s ave Then wealth would b e the thing to crave

S o s me s aint that have be en canoniz ed ,

If they knew it would b e surpris ed .

r i in The cup of grief may t ff g s eem ,

Until you r lip s mus t drink the sam e .

T h ’ e women all have angel s lo oks ,

And men are kings in s illy books .

Your faith without your work is dead ,

Is true of s pirit and of bread .

If al l the j olly foo ls w er e s lain ,

N o fun or profit woul d remain .

There ar e three things that vilely his s

A man , a s erp ent and a goos e .

h ' i As kites against t e w n d do fly ,

O pposing fo rc e the s oul doth try .

m Re o ve thy b eam , to b e exact , ’ If thou thy brother s mote e xt r acr.

’ e Be for e I d w d an empty fop , ’

I d work at hom e o r in the shop .

o g a p e o n t h s t l s g r n w Wh en fi g s r r s i e ,

Pure love the l echer then will kn ow . A warning wis e and very s ure ,

~ I s e ve r y pain you mus t endur e .

By needles s want are many stung ,

Who stop the spicket , not the bung .

May not the key to health b e found , Where kitchen phys io w e compound '

T h e strongest force in earthly things ,

I s solar ray on s ilent wings .

My son , look out for s elfish pride , ’ It s up and down with every tide .

i Behold the tallow faced an a e m cs , Rebuild a race with eu genics '

Who knows his road to ruin leads ,

’ r And changes n o t , g e at we akness plead s .

A little love more goo d will do ,

Th an all the c rowing ever crew . CHAP TER XXVI I

T he stronges t man i s weak s omewhere

T h e brightest mind not a lways c lear .

An honest man is hard to find ,

When he who s eeks is not that kind .

’ Where on e man steals from fate s abus e ,

Ten thousand steal without excus e .

Fo r every gander on the green ,

The dauntles s waiting go os e is s een .

e u Th doubting Thomas s t ands aro nd ,

An d tells of things he n ever found .

To live for s elf , and s elf alon e ,

I s lik e a hungry dog and bone .

When fate wou ld art and nature rob ,

She addles brains and makes a s nob .

If truth you have and tell it not ,

You r life is but a ba rren p lot .

The go lden calf i s yet adored ;

The worldling has no other Lord .

’ 0 , what i s fame but fol ly s kn ife , To s lay t h e s ou l with fruitles s strife '

s A dirty tramp may loath ome b e , ’

e . Yet , others fau lts in him w s ee

0 . Get up , and st p your lazy whine

And then your j ob will start a shi ne .

’ To wear a politician s shirt ,

Prepare to eat a ton of dirt .

From mother ’ s p rayers to father ’ s bets

A baby all the hous e up s ets .

il ’ My son , w d oats ar e S a tan s cr 0 p ,

Where once they grow they s eldom stop . To m ake the devils smile b elow , ’ a There s nothing beats a f mily row ,

To ape the rich the po or doth try ,

To ap e the poor the rich doth s igh .

If woman rul es the home and hearth , Why is he r vote of nothing worth '

r If honeymoons could b e p es erved ,

Domestic blis s wo u ld b e cons erved .

I f all the lies that lovers make , ’ ' Were turn a to po unds , oh , what a stake

Al as . for hate ' his hop es all die ;

H is fr iend s in hell , his foe s on high .

I a p t ' A

No physical contortions vain ,

Can make the mind s ab ortions san e .

Write this down plain , and write it deep ’ That which you s ow , the sam e you ll reap .

When pas sion b lur s you r b etter sens e , ’ D on t blame another in defens e .

This truth pros perity doth tell ,

I make one grow , a thousand swell .

If faith , and love and truth are yours , ’ You re richer than all out of doors .

No pics ar e like tho s e mother mad e ; B ut this to wife mus t not b e said ;

S h e do es the very b est she can , ’ From baby s clothes to frying pan .

The hottest plac e far down b elow ,

I s where the liars all must go .

B etwe en a liar and a thief , ’

We d choo s e the latter with relief .

The sunny sou l s the shadows chas e ,

And sp r ead their sweet a n d tender grace .

The thing that fills u s with d ismay ,

I s rag time tune s w here men should p ray . CHAPTER XX IX

‘ h l T e aw of righteousnes s , my frien d , an n le d f I s not u when you of end .

v A i l e p s eu dologist is he ,

Who s ays that virtu e binds the free .

I f lonely , d e s so lat e and sad ,

G o s eek to make another glad .

T o love your n eighbo r as you ought ,

I s highest ethics ever taught .

The stoic is a pompo u s loon ,

Who s e fall from grac e is coming s oon .

Beat not a drum for thy kind acts ,

T h e angels wi ll record the facts .

Of all the b easts that man controls ,

Th e faithfu l do g is neares t s ouls .

- If you his laws s hould over ride , Think not that G o d i s on your s id e ;

An d this of n ations is as true

As all the things that p ers ons do .

The b eauty blooming from good health ’ x E hibits n atur e s greatest wealth .

How many men that s erve the state , Ar e lo st in t he s e ats of the great '

I f al l from evil thoughts were free , How sweet and bright thi s world would be

Chid e not thy friend with has ty words ,

Fo r bi tter tongu es are wors e than swords.

To j udg e from many an anc ient tale ,

Monogony in man is fra il .

‘ L w Poo r O , i s vanishing a ay ; ’

The white man s vices brought d ecay . ’

The r ich man s d eath we sadly find ,

Is naught, t o what he left b ehind .

' u m u ddin is P l b p g , I will b e b ound ,

Th e rankest heresy yet found .

With nine tough lives the cat we b lame

' S ome e vil m e n m ay have the s am e .

Th e neighb ors sometimes wish a rest , ’ From mother s . darling and her best .

h h ’ From mig ty worlds t at round him swing ,

‘ ’ ‘ To dust that guilds the beetle s wing ,

’ There s not a thing from mite to man , ’ But fills i p lace in G o d s great p lan .

L u g e S i xt y CHAP TER XXX

’ A pau p er s grave is thought a curs e , ’

A wealthy s camp s i s vastly wo rs e .

When good s increas e , 0 soul b eware ,

Lest thou forget that Go d is near .

Re ligion i s a bles s ed gift , o When fr ee of sham and S h w and shift .

a I f life i s dull , and time i s b le k ;

Your mental works have s prung a leak .

H o w many m e n their sou ls have wrecked ,

To damn a church o r make a s ect .

The bigot is a shallow fool , ’ Who teache s in the d evi l s s choo l .

The lu st for wealth , and strife fo r fame ,

Too often end in mortal sham e .

A normal man might live in e as e , — O n ki s s es and s ome bread and ch ees e .

If Jesu s died the wor ld to w in .

L ove mu s t b e gre ater than all s in .

f Th e on e who talks about hims el , Beats all the fos s ils o n the shelf

’ Yo u r nei ghb o r s l ove yo u c annot win

By dwelling on hi s every s in .

i m a fe e l i An a ry pars on ysf W s e ,

But you can find his mental s iz e . i Remember thi s , il l gotten ga n ,

May com e with cas e , but goes with pain .

Let not the b east yo ur love contro l , ’ ’ T il pas s ion s canker eats your s o . ' ul

When youth , for age , s hows dis resp ect , ' Tis but a sad entailed neglect . The s layer ’ s hand s ar e r ed With gore ’ f And red they ll stay orever more .

’ ’ Go d hunter s everywhere you l l fin d ,

Each s eeking one of his own kind .

Aeonic wo e in l owest hell , ’ The traitor s guilt , may not disp ell .

A rut is j ust a little hole ,

Where failure lurks for young and old .

Poor Mister B lank miss ed chu rch today , Becaus e his wife at home woul d stay ;

' B ut Mister Blank will go e ls ewhere , Without his wife—without a fear '

h The quacks who dos e , and quacks w o te ach , - C annot out quack the quacks who preach .

A p edigree as long as time ,

Will not hypothecate a dime .

If every language I cou ld rob ,

I never could d escrib e a snob .

Much s cience is a fe e bl e gu es s ,

To eas e the mind of doubt s d is tres s .

T h e greates t toni c ever made ,

For torpid live r i s a s pade .

’ ’ Don t try to ap e the rich man s way ,

H e only laughs at your d isplay .

T o make your life a how ling waste .

D es pis e the goo d and kind and chaste .

T ' ' hrough building s ects of holy stu ff ,

The wo rl d has grown both hard and to ug h .

I f you woul d know a p eac e d ivine , ’

Don t fus s , o r cus s , o r snore o r whin e .

P ag e S ix t y -t w o CIHAPT E R XXX I .

What comfort hath r ep entance found , ’ Wh en co ntrite o er an earthen mound '

T w o s ides to every question b e ,

Th o ugh yo u and I but one can s ee .

W n h e yo u forgive the one you wrong ,

Yo u r i s e above the c ommon throng .

— x ll S e lf m astery all els e e ce s , im l Thro ugh highest force which it p e ls .

V Wh e n o nly fau lts engage the iew ,

An intro sp ection then i s due .

fi T hat gu res do not lie , regard ; l A so , that liars figure hard .

h R e ligio n , l ike ou r Sunday ch o t e s ;

I s o ften u s ed fo r s p e cail shows .

’ S o m e fo lks have s cal d the mountain s great . ’ ’ ’ Th e n fel l o er straws at vict ry s gate .

’ T e n w r inkl es on the face you ll find ,

Ar e b e tter than on e in the mind .

Wh e n m e n an d w om en ceas e to pray , T h e be s t Within will s oon d ecay ;

’ u I t e ll yo u this b ec au s e ti s tr e , ’ n A d not , alas , b ec aus e tis new .

D i s e as e s countl ess we promote ,

With n eed l es s thing s that pas s the thro at .

’ c S o rn a o pp ortunities may bring , b t e A it r unrel enting sting .

Fro m gutte r s nipe to mighty king ’ S m e o graft you ll find in every thi ng .

Wh t s a tacks of trash , now ob s olete , ’ . Bo n an u d cient minds to folly s feet . - — P lain sp eech on morals now a days , ’ S uits not the w orldling s doubtfu l ways .

M ’ y s on , a noble woman s love ,

E steem all earthly things ab ove .

A s elfish incongruity , fl Runs mad fo r su p e r u ity .

Your hop e of he aven m ay b e strong ,

But you had better move along .

The dying thief rep entance found ,

But that is not you r trusting ground .

The bigot proud , s cant truth can know ;

From hate and greed no love can flow .

Fret not thys elf in us eles s ways ,

And spoil an d shorten all thy d ays .

— a ge S ix t y fo u r

A small offence ; a little pain ; They never sp eak ; what do they ga in '

Ten thousand monks in countles s y e ars ,

S eem not to get beyond their fear s .

Ten thousand monks cou ld not p ro du c e ,

For s uch a life , a good excus e .

An anvil o r a hammer b e ,

And not a d ead limb on a tree .

’ There s not a thing worth common s t ra w l ' Not hedged about with righteou s aw .

For every step of p rogres s won , n lfi U s e sh souls the work b egun .

Ju st talk and s quirt tobacc o j uic e ,

And soon your j ob will turn you lo o se .

The milk of love to nou rish youth ; ’ And manhoo d s strength , the meat o f t r ut h

h T e fatal w ord , the d eathles s d ee d ,

May bring the s oul to hop eles s n e e d .

T o editors , s o sadly bo red , ' T h e p en is mightier than t he s wo rd .

But imp s and men the law d efy,

While stars , and worlds , and suns o be

H o w many broken hearts ar e hid ,

B en eath the s omb er coffin li d . CHAPTER XXXI II .

’ A liar s s oul is like a sieve ,

I t holdeth naught that truth can give .

The littl e grafters fe ed the big ,

Who cam e from jus t that kind o f pig .

’ If other s wealth w as fadeles s pitch , How many hands for it woul d itch '

Men boast of bu sin es s big and great ,

Which sacr ed rights d o vio late .

The wr ath of Go d and man d oth damn

The lying s neak , the fraud , the sham .

The wings of wealth ar e swift and strong ,

And fly from goo d as wel l as wrong .

’ Don t tel l u s What you r frien d should do ,

Without a model se t by you .

Bad manners i n the ho us e of Go d ,

Are pro of that par ents spared the rod .

How many s ouls with lustre shin e , ’ w Who s ays know not the law d ivin e .

, dl We s—eek the truth we prou y s ay , Until it l eads from s elf away .

My s on , this life i s not a j oke ;

T o win , m eans drive o r wear the yoke .

A faith that fal s ehood mu s t d efend ,

At last , in fals ehoo d finds its end .

Hath Mammon ’ s temp les cros s crowned

S pires , T hat point to Go d with chaste d esi res '

T hat which you s erve with constant care , h I s j ust t e Go d you love or fear .

’ Wait not for help o r heaven s grace ’ Ti l death doth star e you in the face Be patient , kind , and ever true ,

And thi s Will sweeten life all through .

Whatever els e you may ignore ,

H eed this great truth , I do implo re

When yon addres s the Throne of Grace ,

You pas s b ey ond the common p lace .

P a ge S i x t y -e igh t CH APT E R XXX IV .

’ A wall as high as H eaven s gate ,

Exclud es the s ou l that feed s on ha te . v S elf lo e all other love exce eds ,

And makes u s s corn our neighbors need s .

Converted s inners may b e found ,

Who turne d s o hard , they turned around .

’ ' Ti s not enough the truth to know ,

it s fruit you r heart mu st daily show .

Men s eek to know and vainly s earch ,

Wherein fin e buildings make a church .

No matter what you wish or dread , ’ God s truth wil l stand when you ar e dead .

T o fight results an d leave the cau s e , ' ’ Will co n t r ave n e all nature s law s .

A thousan d books ; a perfect s chool ,

Cannot put wi s dom in a fool .

’ r Like money on dead b e gge s eye s ,

B elated kindnes s mocks the wis e .

You r life to you may s eem correct ,

While many duties you neglect .

Just fo llow nature , kind an d p ure ,

And you will fin d her s afe and su re .

S ome folks can talk all through the day ,

W ithout a lucid thing to s ay .

The hypo crite forgets his tears ,

When th e c o llection box appears .

S alvation free , may still b e had ; h e T good must p ay to s ave the bad .

o N unb elief has mad e you sin , ’

. T is just a devilis h trait within .

P a ge S ix t y -n in e If love of men you wish to w in ,

Great loving kindnes s now b egin .

v The s lacker s a es his worthles s skin ,

But walks no more with nobl e men .

The girls are brave and ful l of fight ,

And help the caus e with all their might .

'

A shriveled heart an d swo llen head ,

S corns b oth the living and the dead .

T h e wrong you d o another s ou l ,

‘

I s meas ured b ack a hundred fold .

The man who lies about the d ead , ’ Would s urely steal an orphan s b read .

P a ge S e v e n t y CHAPTER XXXV .

For laggard faith o r z ealou s gains , The t e s t of Gamaliel r e mains

To dizzy heights the eagl e flie s ;

The buzzard als o cleaves the skies .

Imp atienc e with a s imple foo l ,

Just s hows .a mind unfit to rul e .

’ aw e Al l human sweetne ss fad e s y ,

As loving kindnes s show s d ecay .

On e little co rn , one little to e , May fill a mind with lones om e w o e

The pharis ee stil l struts ar o und .

And tries to hid e his faults in s ound .

’ S elf prais e is me dio cr e s plaint ,

And not the note of s age or Saint .

i i When , p gm es sit in giants chairs ,

The noblest cous e i s met with sneers .

Great things may not your race d efeat

Whil e l ittle ones may trip you r feet .

ie f au t o s e t ic a More d rom p fe rs ,

Than grinding toil , or goading cares .

'

S om e fail and fall by r u l e and rote ,

While others win j ust like a go at .

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It do es not p ay to b e exact , ’ Unless you re w is e w ith bound l es s tact .

’

Top heavy men , as w ell as light ,

Are often crooked in their s ight .

u The ha ghty littl e mind s eeks show ,

Whi le greatnes s meekly b ow s down low .

l ’ Pi e O s s a on o ld P e lian s head ,

Then tell us why some p eople w ed ,

' - Acts 3 9 .

P a ge S e v e n t y - o n e CHAPTER XXXVI .

The shortes t ch apter in the bo ok ,

May hold the gem for which w e look .

’ Be ware the troub le dodger s fate ,

H e hit the fence , and mis s ed the gate .

Without a crow d s ome cannot pray , ’ Or s e e a trace of H e aven s way .

The s e eds of thought are deathles s things

That fi ll the life with j o y and stings .

Than b raver s camp who makes her weep .

A woman hates a coward cheap .

i The mos t e xpen s ve thing we own ,

I s vanity upon its thron e .

’ A S peaker s ton gu e m ay charm your ear , g With stuff as li ht as foam on be er .

Where reason fails to help the chas e ,

The cunning instinct takes its plac e .

S om e p eop le ’ s prayers woul d wreck God ’ s

throne , f I answ er ed as they wish them don e .

Now when you feel a painfu l touch ,

The chances ar e you ate too much .

’ A woman s love may sweeten life , l O r fi l your soul with hellish strife .

To o d eep fo r n ois e , a grief may run ,

And silence prove a vi ctory won .

The brightest mind in any s chool , f Will o ten sink to that of fool .

’

If out of s ight you re out of mind , ’

Another friend you d better find .

Until they fac e the yawning s od , S m o e trust the do llar more t han God . — P a ge b e xe n t y t w o

CHAPTE R XXXVII .

’ A narrow s lip in life s great game ,

H as lost to some the wreath of fame .

How many fo olish men are hung ,

For lo s s of temp er and of tongu e .

Unles s the flame of love is fed ,

You s oon will find it cold and dead .

Not only tears , but smiles as well , ’ A s oul s great s acrifice may tell .

h r The b r ig e s t mi nds to s t u p e sink ,

B eneath a load of meat and drink .

When you approach the throne of grace

You p as s beyond the common place .

A littl e fi sh m ay stir the pool ,

But in the lake , its jus t a fool , W hen s elfishnes s its goal doth gain ,

N o faith or love can b ear th e strain .

o n, how the earth wo rm s s quirm ab out , And think they ’ re on the heavenly route '

If their religion makes them sweet , What ails s o many folks we m eet ' m The ighty God hims elf denies ,

That H e will have the sou l that lies .

’ A preacher s d ullness , it is true ,

May come from dullnes s in the p ew .

T n h e starting point of every s i ,

I s when you let the tempter in .

The s econ d s ober thought i s b est ,

And often saves the sore distress ed .

The ano dyn e for every grief ,

I s love divine will bring relief .

P age S e v e n t y -f o u r A few s oft word s , a little p rais e ,

Will cheer the way for many days .

Just s queez e its egotism out ,

And human pride i s but a clout .

No righteous law this truth d efeats ,

The human heart loves stolen sw eets .

n n The dis co t e n t e t e d spirit chill s ,

Makes s elfis h hearts and weakened will s.

The grand est home that yo u can find ‘I s not of stone or woo d of any kind

But wher e the loving s pi r its live ,

An d heart to heart its b e st doth give .

’ I f asked the pric e of love , I d s ay ,

A pric e the s elfis h will not p ay .

Veneered with go ld , a man i s great ,

But p eel it off , and damn his fate .

S ome maids will marry if they can , Just any l ikenes s of a m an ;

And thos e Wh o we d with su ch excus e ,

Will s oon b e Wis hing they were loos e .

P a g e S e v e n t y -five CHAPTER XXXVI I I .

- m n Fo r every hen p ecke d a , I vow , w h T here are a score o like a row .

To live in fe ar of u ns een fo es , I ’ s one of life s most trying wo es .

’ This al l d ep end s on t h p oint of view ,

Remarke d the lobs ter in the stew .

For you , her wiles may s eem all right , i B ut for another black a s n gh t .

, i l A lie may hurt , but does not k l , ’

According to the liar s will .

v More m en have d ied from o er feed ,

Than al l the famines could exceed .

The censu s list woul d shrink a s ight , u If al l the rog es were hung tonight .

Think not your grief and p ain the worst ,

T hat ever poor , w eak mortal curst .

n How many s ou ls as goo d a d trne , Have suff ered more than even you '

The dream i s l ike the d reamer true ,

T h e things he could , he would not do .

You mu st all truth and wisdom s corn ,

To say that men are e qual born .

T he child that always has its way , ’

Will rend its mother s heart s ome day .

With fatal p ains and mortal aches ,

The doctor b u ri es his mistakes .

You coul d not check with active s pade ,

The kitchen spoon , with wasteful maid .

A lazy woman has a fit , When asked to work a littl e bit '

P a ge S e v e n t y -six A lazy man , j ust walks away ,

And s oftly lisp s , som e other day .

' T his worl d is all a hollow show ,

And fools and knaves have made it so .

’ u The gamb le r s broken fort nes mend ,

When greenhorns walk into his den .

The lin e b etw een the wrong and right ,

I s p lain as that of day and night .

Oh , b ring no wreaths o r ro s es n ear ,

Just wait and lay them on his bier .

' ' A hard lu ck story may be tru e , v But worthy one are ery few .

The de ep es t thin gs our s cience knows , m Are like the mist the te p est blows .

B eyond the final stretch of tim e ; B eyond the circling wo rlds sub lime ;

B eyond the b oundl es s fields of s pac e Wh ere flaming com ets end their race

t B eyond the utmo s flight of thought , Are mighty wonders Go d hath wrought ;

But hath H e done a gr eater thing , ’ Than p aint the bu t t e r fiy s bright wi n g '

P a ge S e v e n t y - se ve n TO ACE PHAL OSTOMUS

Maximu s T h e Op it u s ass ails the unb elief of

Lucio Acephalo stomus , a s hallow minded

world ling .

Refrain , thou s impl e babb ling loon ;

T hy silly jargon is b ut chaff ,

And all thy thoughts are o u t of tune ,

And thou no wis er than a calf .

L et s ilence chain that tongue of thin e ,

And prop er meeknes s claim thy clas s .

'

Nor dare rep roach the One divin e , ’ Thou swiftly w it h r in g b lad e of gras s .

What know est thou of s cience vast , ' And mighty truth , s o deep an d dark ’

Can s t thou , thy little taper cast , ’ ’ ' ~ i k n O er God Hims elf , thou fl c r i g s p ark

’ Abov e His c ircli n g worlds e n t h r o n d '

T h e first , the last , eternal On e ; ’ By countles s billions gladly o w n d ;

His will by countles s billions done .

And thou art prancing , little flea , Within t h e ' h o llo w of His hand ;

Inflated with thy vanity , Wouldst thou thi s awfu l O'ne c ommand '

Wouldst thou , O s ickly s pawn of time ,

T hy braz en front p rotru de on high , An h d to t y folly add a c rime , G ' And o d , His ve ry thron e d eny

Pray tell u s and thy wis dom sho w ,

Who makes the ros e s o bright and re d , T h e lily white as Alpine snow , ’ And each a diff r e n t o dor shed '

And one s o wis e as thou shouldst know ,

And know ledge thou must never hi de ,

T hen tell u s p leas e , how trees d o grow ' From outer part , or inner s ide

Why do the feathers grow on gees e , And only wool on backs of sheep ' — P a ge S e v e n t y e ig h t Why i s it wheels mus t al l have grees e , And fools Wi s e counci l n ever keep '

Wh y d o the weeds thy garden take , An d goo d things die fr ém thy neglect ' a Why do e s the sun the r dis h bake , And make the thistl e stand er ect '

An d Why do es ic e congeal with cold ' And why i s heat s o fi erc e and strong ' An d Why i s virtue ’ s worth u ntold ' Why are s om e men forever wrong '

Wh y d o small vines great m ellons grow ,

Then fade and die of swift d ecay ,

While giant oaks but acorn s throw , An d o ft e n live a century '

Why do not figs on thistles show ' Why d o the tho rns no grape s produc e '

Why d o the liqu id s d ownward flow , An d s eek their l evel when let loo s e '

Why do e s the eyelid r est in s le ep , The ' heart its b eating never stop '

Why d oes the ivy always creep , An d kittens walk and rabb its hop '

Oh , w hy ar e things j u st as they are , ’ And n ot ar r an g d s ome other way ' Why i s the n ear not as the far ' Why is the night not as the d ay '

W hy do es the as s not chew a cud ' Why do es the wolf not leave his fleas ' Why do the eels not leave the mud ' Why d o the fi sh not roost in trees '

O h , Why i s w ealth s o hard to keep , With s eekers fo r it everywher e '

Why d o s ome men a harvest reap , Who never s owe d a s ingle ear '

Why w as the s alt put in the s ea , And other waters left without ' I t s e ems s o strange that this should b e ' S ay , did the b les s ed s alt give out

P a ge S e ve n t y -n in e H ow do electric currents fly '

From whence they come , wher e do they go '

Who turned them loos e in earth and sky , ' And what their es s ence , if you know

hi h h m Yes , man may t c t e to his whe el , And s wiftly drive hi s clumsy car ; H e chains them to his tools of stee l

And ploughs the water , earth and air .

Around the world he s ends his thought Up on thes e liquid win gs of fire ;

An d yet , do es he , p oor child , know aught Except they ’ r e carried on the wir e '

Why do s om e men pretend to know ,

S o mu ch ab out all co smic life ,

While not a reas on can they show , Why such as they should have a w ife '

Why does the dog al l liquid s lap ' Why doe s the pig drink just like man '

Why is vain talk always on tap , And cowards n ever in the van '

Why i s the husk worth more than co rn T o every wo rldly swinish heart ' Why do es the foo l that b lows his horn T hink of hims elf as being smart '

What know est thou , oh fleeting br e a t h , Of life in its most s impl e form '

Canst thou , a germ , unmask grim n e ath , And fathom nature ’ s calm and storm '

' w it h t h u n e r r in Cans t thou y g skill ,

Pour light on every ridd le d eep , i O f human b ody , mind , and w ll ; - ' Of con scious life , an d d e ath like s leep

’ Canst thou the ocean s depths exp lo re , An d r tear thei s ecrets from their grave ,

And chas e the wind s from shore to shore , And find who gu ides the tidal wave '

P age E ig h t y