TH E QU I VER‘ 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 VI DE ET CRE DE C opyright applied fo r T HE gt} VE R APH O RI SMS WI SE AND OTH E R WI SE 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 . ’ 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 .