Railroad Songs

Hobo Bill's Last Eide. Riding an east-bound freight trainl Speeding cast through the night Songs of Long Ago Hobo Bill, a railroad bum Was fighting for his life.

Vre Been Working on de Railroad. The sadness of him even exercised Oh I was bo'n In Mobile town. The torture of his soul. I'm working on de railroad. He raised a weak and weary band All day I roll de cotton down To drive away the cold. While working on de railroad. Hobo Bill. I've been working on de railroad Then he heard a whistle blowing All de live long day, In a dreamy sort of way. The hobo seemed contented I've been working on the railroad ro<*Ji For he smiled there where he lay To naaa de time away. Doan .yo' hyar de whistle blowln', Hobo Bill. Rise UP so early in de mawn. It was early In the morning Doan' yo- hyar de captain shoutin', When they raised' the hobo's head. Dinah, blow yo' hawnl The smile still lingered on his face, But Hobo Bill was dead. I used to sing de levee song While working on de railroad. I There was no mother's longing It made de day not half so long To soothe his weary soul While working on de railroad. For he was Just a railroad bum ' Who died out in the cold. While working^ on da debrown railroad. corn pone While working'a* on 0" de dat railroad. ham bone

While working on de I'drailroad. crawl to bcdl dat I was dead While working on de railroad. jSongs of Long Ago Sent in by Maxson Wood, Geromc, Idaho. Altoona Freight Wreck. She just left the point of Ketanning, The freight No. 1262. I And on down the mountain she traveled 1 And brave were the men In her crew. [The engineer pulled at the whistle For the brakes wouldn't work when i Songs of Long Ago applied. | Hell-Bound Train. And the brakeman climbed out on the j car top — A Texas cowboy lay down'on a har-room For he knew what that whistle had cried. I Having drunk ao much be coul4 drink no; I'A'itn all the strength that God gave him more; . , , I He tightened his brakes with a prayer, < So he fell asleep with a troubled brain |But the train kept right on down the| To dream that he rode on a Hell-bound mountain train. And her whioUe was piercing the air. The engine with murderous blood was I She traveled at sixty an hour. I Gaining speed every foot of the way. And w1»'s'"brllllantly lit with a brimstone I And then with a crash it was over. lamp. And there on the track the freight lay. An Imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones. While the furnace rang with a thousand Ili'.s not the amount of the damage groans. Koikr .Houiitain Express. Or the value of what it all cost. , I m going back to the mountains [But it is the .sad tale that came from tlie| The boiler was filled with lager beer. cabin And the devil himself was the engineer. I Where every scenefi®'ds thatof golden I pass grain. Wliere the lives'of two. brave men wen The passengers were a most motley crew— J Brings me nearer at last. lost. t Church member, atheist, gentile and Jew. IT?1 My de^argirl old who'll home, change 1 know her I'llname toon bg I They were found at their posts In thc| Rich men In broadcloth'.' beggars In rags. wreckage. Handsome young ladies, and withered old They died when the engine fell; hags, r I The engineer still held to the whistle l^erybody will be there to greet And the fireman still clung to the bell. Yellow and black men. red, brown and juie Rocky Mountain express. white, . ^ I This story is told of a freight train All chained together—O God. what s sight! I And should be a warning to all. While the train rushed on at an Jiwful Ildaho' Hendren. Kamlah, f You must be prepared every moment pace. For you can not tell when he'll call. The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face: Sent In by Daisy France, Clarkston. Wider and wider the country grew, Iwa.sh. As faster and faster the engine flew. Louder and louder the thunder orated And brighter and brighter the lightning Songs of Long Ag^ flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became Wabasb'' Cannoiiball. Till the clothes were burnt from each Prom the rocky-bound Atlantic Auivering frame. To the wild Pacific shore. From the. coast of Maryland Song5 of Other Days And out of the distance there arose a yell, To the Ice-bound 'Labrador. Ha, ha. said the devil, "We're nearmg There Is a train, -of ..majestic splendor. Only a Tramp. Helll" „ ^ j Jt'i oulte, welh known to all— [I am a broken-down man, without money| Then oh. how the passengers all shrieked It's the moSeim accommodation or credit. with pain , , Called the Wabash Cannonball. My clothes ore all tattered and -torn; And begged the devil to stop the train. Great cities of Importance I Not a friend have I got in this cold.J We reach upon our way, dreary world. But he capered about and danced for glee Chicago and St. Louis. I wish 1 had never been born. And laughed and joked at their misery. Hock Island—so they say; I In vain do I seek for employment. "My faithful friends, you have done the Hpringfield and Decatur, Sleeping out on the ground, cold and| work . . , , Peoria—above all. damp; And the devil never can a payday shirk. We reach them by no other II am stared in the fnce by starvation, But the Wabash Cannonball. Oh, pity the fate of a tramp. "You've justice scorned, end corruption This train runs to Quincy, sown. Monroe and Mexico; And trampled the lows of nature down. She runs to Kansas City, CHORDS. You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plun And she is never running slow; I They tell me to work for my living. dered and lied, She runs right into Denver. • And not through the country to .scamp;! And mocked at God In your hellrborn And makes an awful scuall; And yet, when F ask lor employment, pride. When one sees the sign, says; They tell mc I am only a tramp.. "Welcome, for the Wabash Cannonball."| "You have paid full fare so ril cany you There are other cities, pardner. I The rich man at home, by his bright, j through, . , That Jou can easily see— cheery fireside. For it's only right you should have your St. Paul and Minneapolis. With plenty so tempting restored. due. And th'e famous Albert Lea. Would ofttlmes refuse me, and sneer wlthj Why, the laborer always expects his hire, The lake of Mlnnehaha, contempt So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire, Where the laughing waters fall. When I asked for the crumbs from the| Wc reach them by no other board. "Where your flesh will waste in the flames But the Wabash Cannonball. ' I And yet. with the craving with hunger, that rojir. We hear the merry Jingle. I With a loaf I have dared to decamn. And my imps torment you forever more. The rumble and the roar, [They would have once set their dogs loose) Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished As she dashes through the woodland upon me. cry, And cornea creeping on the shore. Because I am only a tramp. His clothes wet with sweat and bis hair We hear the engine's whistle standing high. And the merry hobo's call. As we ride the rods 'knd brake-beaips I But the day yet will come when the rich I Then he prayed as he never hM prayed On the Wabash Cannonball. ' man and I [ til} that hour. . j Now. here's to long Slim Perkins. Will be laid beneath each other's earth. To be saved from his sins and the denjon's May his name forever stand; I His Joys and my sorrows will then be for-j power. He'll be honored and respected got, And his prayers and hie vows were pot By the boes through the land. Then I hope better day we'll agree: And when his days are over But. my friend. I mu.st have yoif remember For he never'rode the hell-beund train. And the curtains, round him fall. I That every poor man's not a scamp, We'll ship him off tB*'l«clfer- iFor Ihere is many a true heart .still beat-] Sent in by Dorothy Edson, Kingston, tne Idaho. On the Waba.'ih Cannonball. J5ciir:\ih the nlri coat of a tramp. Songs of Long Ago

The Engineer's Child, A tittle child on a sick bed lay ■ ; And deulh was very near. The parents' pride and only child Of a railroad engineer. His duty called him from those ho lovrd' And the liome whose light was diinmeti As the tears he shed to his wife he said, "I will leave two lanterns trimmed. Songs of Long Ago CHORUS. "Just leave a light in the window tonight The East-Bonnd Train. I And turn It high so it can be seen. I The east-bound train was crowded If our baby's dead, then show the red. One cold December day. 1 If she's better, show the green." I The conductor shouted. "TicketsI" In his old-fashioned way. : In a tittle house by a railroad side Songs of Long Ago - I A mother with watchful eye A little girl sat in sadness. Saw a gleam of hope and a feeble smile Her hair was bright as gold. •I'm Goinp to Riae to Heami ©a • ■ As the train went rushing by. She .said. "I have no ticket." Streanllne Train." •* Just one short look was his only chance * To .see the light asleem. And then her story told. Well, everythlne's e-ciianBla' . In the midnight air there rose a prayer. As the days go rolling by. "My father la In prison. I believe I'm setting old, , "TtiMi'i no';," till- vn.-; rrcfti. He's lost his sight, they say. I believe I'm soon to die. I'm going for his pardon Always ridin' bo* cars. . This cold December day. rorever on the roam. Wherever 1 hang my hat "My mother's dally sewing To mo Is home, sweet home. |Song5 of Long Ago To try to earn our bread And my poor old blind father cHcaius: Tbe Vodcllng Hobo. Is In prison almost dead. Oh. I'm fioln' to ride to heaven s>- I Tramping down the highway, On a streamline train. Traveling day and night. "My brother and my sister Oh, I'm goin' to crawl aboaTd hep > 1 don't know where I'm going Would both be very glad Wliether sunshine or rain. I But Ml get there all right. If I could only bring back My poor old blind dad." Four and three are seven. II have no one to care for me. Six and five are 'leven. T have no place to go. I'm going to Tide to heaven ,, I Everybody knows I'm just a Vodellng Hobo.| Tbe conductor could not answer, On a streamline train. He could not make reply. CHORUS. Ris shaking rough hand wiping '4 A Kow I'm klnda watchln' - . , I I-lee-a-iady. he he! The teardrops from his eye. All the new designs. I-lee-a-lady. he he! Trains that looic like bullets f. l)e-yo-del-lady He said. "God bless you, little one. Sure do suit me fine. He-de-yo-dcl-lady, Just stay right where you are. I'm soln' to crawl aboard her I He-de-yo-lady-he. . You'll never need a ticket When she heads out for home. .o While I am on this car," I'm goin' to ride to heaven I I've been ell 'round the country, On a streamline train. Been 'round most everywhere. I love the dear old sunny south, .ii*; I met a man named Jolson - I love the Texas air Who's goin' to ride a mule, ' Away out where the men are men And all the folks who know him, i;..| Down In old El Paso, He's a regular slngln" fool. That Is where they call me a Yodellng Well. I ain't takln' chances.- ' Hobo. i ' I've everything to gala. ' - llie Rucawsy l-raln. I'm goin' to ride to heaven I All my life I've traveled. 'Twas in the year of elghty-nlns On a streamline train. I'm Alabama bound. And I'm always happy On that old Chicago lino There'll be no caps to bother. In a city or one-horse town. When the winter wind wag blowln' Bhrli:. There'll be no fires to stoke. I started out to roaming, Tho rails were froze, the wheels vrera cold I had no place to go, . If you don't like mr shootln" • Then tho air brakes wouldn't hold You don't have to smell my smoke Now T have turned out to be a Yodellngl 'Cause I'm slttin' pretty, boys, Hobo. ' And number nine came rosrln' down th- I'm on my trail to fame. hill, ohl I'm goin' to ride to heaven Now.you've heard my story, On a streamline train. j So rii be on my way. CHORUS. II hear a Frisco freight train The runaway train come down 'th# trftok. , I'll bet when old St. Peter ■ And it's calling me. And ehe blew, she blew: | Gazes up on the trail ., . lAnd when the sun sinks In the west He'll pull his long white whiskers In that dark blue sky. The runaway train come down the track, | And start a-growln' pale. Just say . that I'm a hobo And she blew, she blew. He'll brush the cobwebs from his eyes [ And will be till I die. And wonder }f he's sane Sent in oy Howard Proutv, Metalinc' Tho runaway train came down the track. I When he sees me a-comln* Falls, Wash.: Haael Groom, Spokane, Her whtstla wide and her throttle back.| On a streamline train. And she blew:, blow. blew. blew. blow. I'll grant me fair admittance Extra choruees. Til take his shaky hand. The engineer said the train must halt. He'll say. "I think you'll like it. boy. The weather here Is grand." And she blew, she blew: Til ask bim. "How's the bummin'f" The engineer said the train muat halt. Says he. "You can't complain." Songs of Long Ago And she blew, ehe blew: I'm glad I rode to heaven The engineer said the train must Jialt. On a streamline train. The New River Train. He said it waa all the fireman's fault. We started on through heaven. I am leaving on that New River train, And she blew, blew. blew. blew. blew. Oh. what a gOrgeous place. lam leaving on that New River train And not a soul a-workln". The same old train that brought me here The fireman said he rang the bell. No need to wash my face. Is soon going to carry me away. And she blew, aho blew; 'Twas then I spied the devil 'I'he fireman oald ha rang the bell. A'Standtn' by the gate Darling, you can't love but one. And ehe blew, she blew: A-waitln' for some victim My darling, you can't love but one. The fireman said he ranx the bell. Who would surely meet his fate. You can't love but one. and have any fun IThe engineer eaid. "you did. like fun," My darling, you can't love but one. And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blow. He klnda looked me over, A scowl came over his face, , My darling, you can't love two. The porter got an awful fright. "By cracky. I've no room My darling, you can't love two. • For sinners In my place," And she blew, she blew; It will make me lose my business, You can't love two, and your little heart The porter got an awful fright,. Tliey'll bind me up in chains. be true. And ehe blew, 'she blew: When people ride to heaven My darling you can't love two. Tho porter got an awful fright. On streamline trains." Ha got eo scared that he turned white. My darling, you can't love three. And sha blew, blew, blew, blew, blew. I hears a feller a-yo4elln' My darling, you can't love three. Way down there below. You can't love three and then love me. A mule was atandlng In the -way. Says he. "Thai's where the crooners M.V darling, you can't love three. And she blew, she blew; And yodelers go." A mule -was standing in the way. I said I felt contented My darling, you can't love four. And elie blew, she blew: And didn't care for same, My darling, you can't love four. A mule was standing In the Way. Altho I rode to heaven You can't love four and love me any more. And all they found was tuat his bray,- On a streamline train. My darling, you can't love four. And she blew; blew. blew. blew. blew. I Sent in by Jean Johnson. Troy. IdahoS My darling, you can't love five. A drummer aat in the parlor car. Mrs. Stella Hendrcn. Kaminh. Idaho. My darling, you can't love five. And she blew, she blew; You can't love five and get honey from A drummer sat In tho parlor car. my beehive, And she blew, she blew: My darling, you can't love five. A drummer sat Iti the parlor car. In a'Shanty In Old Shanty T"""- And ho nearly swallowed a fat cigar. I'm UP In the world, but I'd give the world My darling, you' can't love six. And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew. To be where I used to be, My darling, you can't love six. The conductor eald there'd bo a wreck. A heavenly nesl^where 1 "si the best You can't love six, that kind of love -won't And ehe blew, she blew; Means more than the world ta me. mix. CHORUS. The conductor said there'd he a wreck. My darling, you can't love six. And she blew,,, she blow: It's onlv a shanty in old shanty town. The conductor said there'd be a wreck. The roo'l Is so slanty it touches the ground. My darling, remember what you said. And he felt the chills run up his neck. , But mv tumbled-down shack My darling, remember what you said. And ehe blew, blew. blew. blew. blew. ley an old railroad track. , , Remember that you said you'd rather bo iLlke a millionaire's mansion Is calling dead •JTie runaway train went over the hill. Than to see me on that New River train. And she blew, she blew; ll'd give'up a palace If I were a king; Sent In by Mrs. W. E. Singer, R. F. D. The runaway train went over the hlU. I It's more than a palace, its my every- 3. Cocur d'AIene, Idaho. And ehe blew, ehe blew: ■There's a cucen wailing there with a sil- Th'j runaway train went over the hill. I very crown, And, the last we heard she wes BOjnp ir.til in a shanty in old shanly town. A:-:J r'.-A- blew, blew, blew. £Ua nhci-Ier WUcox. It seemetb such a little way to me Songs of Long' Ago AcrOBs to that strange country, the be yond I The Old Churchyard. And yet, not atrange, for It has grown Oh. come, come with me to the old| to be churchyard. The home of Ihoao of whom 1 am so I well know the. path to the soft srecn' I Songs of Long Ago fond. sward; I I "Dwelling in Bculab Land." They inako it seem familiar and most dear, Friends slumber there we were wont to! A3 journeying friends' bring distant coun regard; ! [Far away the noise of strife upon by car We'll trace out their names in the old I ' Is falling, I tries near. churchyard. i Then I know the sins of earth beset on I Oh, mourn not tor them, their grief is| , every hand: So close it lies that when my sight is clear o'er. I Doubt and fear and things of earth In I almost think I see the gleaming strand. I Weep not for them for they weep no more,. vain to me are calling. 1 know I feel those who have gone from i For deep is their sleep, though cold and None of these shall move me from Bei:-| here i hard lah land. , Come near enough to Bometlmea touch j Their pillow may be in the old churchyard. my hand. j 1 often think, but for our veiled eyes. | We know it seems hard when our friends I CHORUS. "We should find heav,en right round about i depart. I I'm Mving on the mountain underneath a us lies. I To breathe kind words to the broken J cloudless sky. heart: i I'm drinking at the fountain that never We know that the joys of life seem marred' shall run dry; 1 can not make it soeem a day to dread When we follow our friends to the old Oh, yes I I'm feasting on the manna from When, from this dear earth, I shall churchyard. I a bountiful supply. Journey out But were I at rest beneath yon tree. For I am dwelling in Beulah land. To that still dearer country of the dead. Why shovild you weep, dear friends for me. And Jo.D the lost ones so long dreamed I'm wayworn and sad, oh. why retard Far below the storm of doubt upon ths about. The rest that I seek in the old church-1 world is beating. I love this world, yet shall 1 love to go yard. Sons of men in battle long the enemy And meet the friends who watt for me, 1 know. Our friends linger there in sweetest repose I Released from the world's sad bereave-1 1 never stand above a bier and see ments and woes; I The seal of death sot on some well loved And who would not rest with the friends I Tell Me, My Saviour. face. I they regard I I In quietude sweet In the old churchyard; I ^ (Tune of How Can I Leave Thee?) But that I think, one more to welcome me ! We'll rest in the hope of that bright day. I Tell me. my saviour. "When I have crossed the Intervening ;When beauty shall spring from that prison I Row can I grow like thee; space of clay. I Teach me thy child to be, Between this world and that one over ' When Gabriel's voice and the trump of the Taught from above. there. i Lord I Help me thy smile to win. One more to make the strange - beyond Shall awaken the dead in the old church- I Keep me safe folded in, . seem fair. 1 yard. I^st I to roving sin Far from thy love. And so for me there is no atlng to death. !oh. weep not for mc. I am anxious to go And so Che grave has lost Its victory; To that haven of rc.st-. where the tears Seek me, my saviour. It Is but crossing, with abated breath never flow: For I have lost my way. And while set face, a little strip of sua I fear not to enter the dark lonely ward. I will thy voice obey, To find our loved ones waiting on the For soon I shall rise from the old church-1 Speak to me here. shore, yard. I Help me to find the gate. Moro beautiful, inore precioua'lhan before. Yes. soon I shall Join that heavenly band I Where all thy chosen wait. Of glorified souls at my Savior's right Ere it shall be too late, hand: Oh. call me near. I Forever to dwell in the mansions prepared The Little Old Church In the Valley. [For the saints who shall rise from the old| Show me. my saviour. My memory ha.s painted n plclure for me churchyard. ^ere thou dost feed thy flock, In colors of silver end blue. Sent in by Jennie S. Ccowdcr. Spokane. Safely beside the rock, And framed in the gold of dear "used-to- Cool in the shade. he." Let me not be as one I sec the old church that I knew. Roving aside, alone, iifit when thy feet have gone. CHORUS. O Sing to Mo of Heaveii. Where I have strayed. Id toe little old church In the valley. 0 sing to me of heav'n, Where I first learned of sorrow and joy: I When I am called to oie, Sent In by Ed SIckels, Spokane. I can see mother there. Ising songs. Bing eongs. With her head bowed in prayer. Sing songs of holy • eMtasY As she prays for her wnndering bov. To waft my soul on high. It was .there that I first met my Sally. To waft my soul on high. Like an ansel on earth, so it seems. Ising songs of holy ecatMy When she .vans sweet and low, In the long. Ions azo. To waft my soul on lilgn. In the little old church of my dreams. I Iwhen cold and alugglah drops Roll off my. marble hrow, Songs of Other Days^ The old friendly faces are near to me now.' 3urst forth, burst forth. ♦, The same old sweet sonc.s greet my ears. Burot forth In straiua of Joyfumeas, riciures From Life's Other Side. The parson la praying, the head.s gently Jet heav'n begin below. :bow. 1 Let heav'n begin below. I In this world's mighty galleries of pic And slowly my eyes fill with leans. Isurst forth in strains of Joyfulness, tures Let heaVn begin below. Hang the scenes that are painted from it hi by Mrs. Stella Hendrcn, Ka- life, ho. I The pictures of love and of passion. ItVhen the last moment comes. The pictures of peace and of strife, I O watch my dying face I The pictures of youth and of beauty, lAnd catch, and catch. , Old age and the blushing young bride. I And catch the bright, soraptdc gleam All hang on the wall, but the saddest of I Which o'er each feature plays. nil Songs of Long Ago I Which o'er each feature plays. Are the pictures from life's other side. And catch the bright, seraphic gleam What Are the Wild Waves Saylnet Which o'er each feature plays. CHORUS. . (Paul and Florence.) , 'Tls a picture of life's other .side. What are the wild waves saying, slscer. Then to my raptured ears _ The whole day long. Let one sweet -•'ong bo givn; Of some one who fell by the way. 1 That ever amid our playing Let music, let music. A life has gone out with the tide I I hear but their low lone song. I Let mtiBlc charm me last on earth That may have been happy some day. Not by the seaside only And greet mo first in heav'n. Some poor old mother at home, "Thore it sounds wild and free, i And greet me first in heav n. Waiting and watching alone, [But at night when it's dark and lonely. 'Let music charm me last on earth Longing to hear from the loved ones who In dreams It is still with me. And greet mo first In heav'n. roam, Tls a picture from life's other side. [Brother, I hear no singing. Then closo my sightleea oyea. I 'Tis but the rolling wave. And lay me down to rest. The first Is the scene of a gambler I Ever its lone course winging And claap my j?(Ue and fcy natjds Who has lost ull his money at play, Over some ocean cave. Upon my lifeless breast.' Draws his dead mother's ring from his] 'Tis but the noise of water finger. i Dashing against the shore. Then round my sensoloss clay She wore it on her wedding day. Or the wind from some distant quarter Assemble those I lo'^e His last earthly treasure, he stakes It. I Mingling with Us roar. Bows his head that his shame ho might No. no. no. It is something greater And sing of hcavn', deitgbtful heav'n. That speaks to the heart alone. My glorious hoine above. hide. • I When they lifted his head, they found he; I The voice of the great Creator Dwells in that mighty tone. wa.s dead, - Tis a picture from life's other side. I Yes, but the waves seem ever I Singing the same sad theme The next is the scene of two brothers. I And vain is my weak endeavor Blessed Assurance. Whose paths in life's different ways To guess what their surges mean.' [Blessed assurance. Jesus is mine: lead- What is that voice repeating ' [Oh. what a foretaste of glory divine. The one was in luxury living. Ever by night or day, [Heir to salvation, purchased of God. The other begged for his bread. I Is it a friendly greeting I Born of his spirit, washed in his blood. One dark night they meet on the high Or a warning that calls away? way. CHOROa. "Your money or life." the thief cried. I Brother, the Inland mountain iThi.s is my story, this is my sonsr: And took with his knife, his own brother's Has it not sight nor sound. liaising my savior all the day long; life. Speaks not the dripping fountain IThis is my story, this is my song. 'Tis a picture from llfe'r other side. As It bedews the ground? 1 Praising my savior all the day long. Even by the household ingle. Curtained and closed and warm, jperfect .submission, perfect delight. ' The last is a scene by a river I Do not our voices mingle [Visions of rapture now burst on my sight. Of a heart-broken mother and babe. 'With those of the distant storm? [Angels descendiog. bring from above, [ On the cold river bank stands and shivers [Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. An outcast whom no one can save. [Yes. yes. ye.s. There is something greater She may have been once a true woman I That speaks to the heart alone. 'erfect siibml.sslon, all is at rest, Who was somebody's darling and pride. |The voice of the great Creator j in my savior, am happy and blest; God help her. she leaps. There is no one Dwells in that mighty tone. IVatching and waiting, looking above. who weeps. Tilled with his goodness, lost in his love. 'Ti.s a picture from life's other side. Sent in by June B. Miller. Hope. Idaho. [ THE LAYMAN

By EDGAR A. GUEST Leave it to the ministers, and soon the church will die, Leave it to the women-folk—the young will pass it by. For the church is all that lifts us from the coarse and selfish mob, And the church that is to prosper needs the layman on the job. Now a layman has his business, and a layman has his joys. But he also has the training of his little girls and boys; And I wonder how he'd like it if there were no churches, here, And he had to raise his children in a Godless atmosphere? It's the church's special function to uphold the finer things, To teach that way of living from which all that's noble springs; But the minister can't do it, single-handed and alone, For the laymen of the country are the cfiurch's cornerslldne;- When you see a church that's empty,though its doors are opened wide, It is,not the-church that's dying. It's the laymen who have died; For it's not by song or sermon that the cluirch's work is done, It's the laymen of the country who for God must carry on. —Michigan Christian .AiJ\*ocatc.

"Thtii be guile from me forever: I will see. your face no more: All your kindred ties you sever, When you leave your fathers door." "Only let me have your favor, And I'll be your willing slave: jSongs of Long Ago But I can not yield my Savior No, I'd rather choose the grave." Th« Skcstlc'a Daughter. On the banks of Rosedale's water, "There's your likeness, clothes and purses, Where the blooming flowers smiled. Take them, and at once depart, Lived a bure and lovely daughter, For your prayers seem more" like curses. A ^lch^keptlc's only child. On my wounded, broken" heart." Crowned with knowledge, health and| "Goodby, father, will you greet me beauty. Where the happy millions dwell? Learned in all her classic lore. Here is my hand; oh. will you meet me And for virtue, love and duty,. Where we'll no more say farewell?" She was queen of Rosedale's shore. "\ry dear mother. I have often Famed for geniu.^ sense and wisdom. Thought of riches, pride and wealth, She became her parents' pride: But I'm now an outcast orphan - When she gained the skeptic's system. With no home or friends on earth. She was almost deified. Tliough my father and my mother Far and wide they saw her ]>ower Drive me homfless from their door, Over all disputants rise: I've a friend -more dear than brother, And her genius seemed to tower. Who will keep me evermore." Like a goddess In their eyes. Leaving mansion, field and fountains A large meeting was progressing From the scene she turned away. Near her father's flowery grove. Op the wild and rocky mountains, Where poor sinners were professing Wliere her path in twilight lay, All the bliss of Christian love. To the bright and distant sago ■Tather. let me show the Bible Slowly Journeyed she along; , To this poor Illiterate clan; While her voice in lonely echo ' That it's nothing but a libel Filled the valley with her song. On the character of man." Roseate evening, mild and gentle, "Go, my daughter, you are able In sweet zephyrs fanned the moor; To destroy their Sabbath theme; And the night had spread her mantle, ' Go and prove their book a fable. •As the .skeptic left his door. "O, dear Mary, come and listen And their doctrine all a dream." I Dressed in all her pride and glory. To the lovely sound I hear. I She went forth to Join the throng Oh. come quickly; how my system 1 Where she heard the gospel story Feels a weight I can not bean" Both in sermon and In song. The wife came on the veranda. Where she heard the notes abroad. I Soon a thrill of deep conviction "O, my husband. It's Amanda. Seized upon her slumbering soul, i In sweet converse with her God. I Pilled her heart with an affliction ' Hear it. through the starry region. That her mind could not control. Calmly rose she without falter, How Its heavenly anthems risel All her follies bade farewell, O, dear husband, her religion [And came in before the altar. Is the doctrine of the skies." Where in humble prayer she fell. I But these words were scarcely spoken. {Casting all her care on Heaven. Ere .she sank in anguish wild: Every prayer went to the throne, I And the father's heart was broken. iTill her sins were all forgiven. As he fled toward his child. I And the Savior was her own. ! Up the mountain, dark and lonesome. Then she hastened to her father Guided by her lovely .song. Clasped his daughter to his bosom, To inform him of God's love, I And to tell her aged mother. "O. my child, forgive this wrong." There's a better world above. "Oh. come home and save your father, 'Tls your prayers that let him live: ! "Well, my daughter. It's reported Come, my child, embrace your mother, You have Joined that Ignorant horde I To their doctrine been converted, And our wretched hearts forgive." All against your father's word." "Yes. my parents. Til go to you, And we'll join the heavenly theme, "O. dear father, show me favor, I've not Joined that Ignorant-horde, {singing glory halleluiah, , But I've found the blessed Savior. To our Savior's glorious name!" Who is Christ, the righteous Lord. I Shouting glory to her Savior, I She returned In heavenly love: "Well, my daughter, your behavior I Where her parents soon found favor Seals your doom without delay) In the Joys of heaven above. ! You must either leave your Savior {They, with all their sins forgiven. Or Jour father's hbuse loday." "O, dear father, I will love you. Went rejoicing on their way Though you drive me from your door; I To their home high up in heaven None on earth I'll place before you, In the realm of endless day:- But I love my Savior more." Sent In by Kaze! Redmond. Spokane.