#-4*^^^©-*©* — ^zi % : n=; — A©Wgv- t f f Jl BttYME AND SONG. wn in the dell. Whose odor- - ..ad rich perfume beasant to the smell. 1 love to fish down by the stream. Where shady trees do stand: And catch the little tinny tribe And put them on dry land. I I amble where the roe And flower* bloom so fair: Where mossy greens and buttercups Grow without thought or care. I . see the birds that sing Their joyful morning >ong. .^ar the thunder as it rolls In peals both loud and loag. I-: Al - .^-. --r _.- - : - i_n -: _ - SUMMER HOURS. - - ' r_L" ,L :_t - - -_ ir - - z-izz. '--- 1 ~ :tt~ - i_ ,-.- "- : — - I _ ■ -- r: _ :r~ --^-' Itt. 7- " _ " " :: r" ■ : t=- ~ — • ■- g - — m rzr ^<:-l*_ SWEET MEMORIES. WELL do remember in years that are gone. 5°; To think of the past makes me feel sad and lone Yet the past has a charm a sweet lingering charm Which time and ages can never disarm. When we think of the days, those innocent days, When nothing beclouded our childish ways: While to day we are wandering to the grave yard once more The medium of life and eternity's shore. . My recollections far hack [often have cast. 'Tis sad and sweet to think of the past: How neglectful in goodness and kindness we were, When we were all free from trouble and care. L have often wept over memory's page. Shed tears of joy o'er the grave of the sage; 15 I've planted bright flowers o'er the small grassy mound Where rest the dear friends neath the dreary cold ground. LITTLE BW LTTTLE. IT 1TTLE by little progress we make, 3^ Little by little our minds will awake To prospects of greatness, honor and fame. That much besides pleasure, for us is to gain. Little by little the forest trees grow, Steadily at it, though progress is slow; Yet in hundreds of years they become veiy high. Their majestic tors looking up to the sky. Little by little the school boy said, Little by little my knowledge ill get, Little by liitle I'll soon be a man, So I'll cheerily do the best that I can. 16 Little by little inventions are made, While science is willing to lend all her aid. Little by little our cities are built And little by little our store-house is filled. Y perseverance our ends we obtain. 5f? If our atm is good we should never complain; But work with hand, with head and with heart. And to others the good and truthful impart. When a task is hard let duty not shirk, But persevere on in your grand noble work, Until your labors are crowned with success, While others, less firm, are lost in distress. Labor on with ambition, as time passes by. Don't say "I can't.'" You don't know till you try. To accomplish great deeds you must slowly press on, For sluggards have ne'er great accomplishments won. Persevere in your your work, and sure you'll succeed. Sometimes rather slow, yet oft with great speed. High honors are won by the true and the great, Who never sit down to rest in the shade. 17 m ntunrei*. Wl he rivulet dances gaily along, ^.Merrily singing its cheerful song: Winding its course through meadow and lea. Steadily flowing on to the sea. Out through the forest without any delay, On itsgree shores young children will play; Bathe in its water on a warm summer day While the sun reflecteth back its bright ray. Hither the traveler weary and worn Comes to drink in the bright early morn ; The beasts of the field and fowls' of the air, For bright sparkling water hither repair. What blessings and comfort nature did give, Providing for all that have life to live, Those beautiful scenes that enshroud this fair land We all should enjoy as we go hand in hand. Like a serpent the rivulet laid out its path. Sometimes it is gentle, sometimes full of wrath, But still it goes on so happy and free Until it joins the fathomless sea. 18 IfACK, in the cornfield worked all day, -r^ Never allowed a minute to play. He followed the corn rows neath the hot burning sun, While in his toil he had little fun. He pulled out the weeds that were six inches high, And sometimes the soil flew up in his eye ; Yet he worked all day with an old rusty hoe, While the wind through his whiskers freely did blow. Though he worked with a will, he lamented his fate, -For weeding and hoeing poor Jackie did hate; So he said: " I will rest neath this large shady tree, - And leave everything go merry and free." He soon was asleep, and bright visions did pass Before Jackie's mind as he lay in the grass. He dreamt that in lands that are fairer than this, , He dwelt in happiness, pleasure and bliss. But soon he awoke and stirred him about, When he saw where he was he began for to pout, For he saw that his indolence brought him no grain, And in his heart he wished it would rain. 19 fP'HE housewife is busy and worketh with care. 4P Of trouble and sorrow she gets her full share. She plods in the kitchen from morn' until night. . She works in the dawn and the slow fading light. She baketh the bread and prepares the rare dish Of beefsteak and mutton, oysters and fish. She fries the potatoes and stirreth the mush. Her face is all smiles when she does not blush. She keeps herself neat, so tidy and trim ; While her bright sparkling eyes some day will grow dim. She welcomes her husband, who comes from his work. In her bright sunny bower no duty she shirks. She is pleasant to all, yet duty ere pleasure. Who has such a housewife may call her a treasure. The bread is not sour and the meat does not burn, When such faultless hands the buckwheat cakes turn. In her kitchen is order, and her parlor is neat. To be in her company is surely a treat. She treats all callers as a true lady would, And feeds all her guests with pure, wholesome food. 20 nMtranss. eautiful scenes so fair and bright ^Seen in the dawn and in the light Beautiful roses, lovely queens All through the land of beauty seen, Lovely maiden so charming and fair, Her sweetness of temper we all love to share, Her graceful form and her red dimpled cheeks, Of ease and pleasure they plainly bespeak. Lovely flowers that bloom in the spring, Beautiful birds that merrily sing, Majestic forests looking aloft, Downy pillow white and soft, Love that is born of the soul pure and deep, Never is idle nor lazily sleeps ; Constant and true what e'er may betide, Always seeking the true and upright. It love to see the stately pine gg; Sway in the stormy breeze; And hear the sighing of the winds Which oft the ear does please. 20 I love to see the sturdy oak Its powerful branches spread; Affording shelter from the heat, Or from the rain instead. The lordly beach and powerful elm Come boldly forth to view, And give us shelter from the wind, As well as firewood too. The forests of this mighty globe, Do untold wealth possess, They're used for building everywhere And easy of access. They build our cottage by the sea Or on the lone hillside; They build our shjps of untold worth, Which breast the angry tide. 21 ^TjTe must on ourselves rely, : jy| T ^ : And our minds with force apply : Work with hand, with head and heart: They are all, of us a part. Listen not to people's talk, Lest you follow in their walk; And when they their end have gained, Their advice, you'll find was feigned. People who have wealth and fame, Oft' despise an humble name: Gold and silver's all they crave, Making poor men unto slaves. If misfortune's open paws Should attack you with its claws, Labor on from day to day, And with honor, clear the way. Brave the tempest and the storm, Though of earthly treasures shorn. If you do the best you can, Surely that becomes a man. Self reliance is a boon, Never makes a man a loon; Men of greatness have depended On their talents, they expended. 22 TffE WANDERER. e left his home, so cosy and snug, <^*° To see the world at its best : He eagerly sought and at last he did sigh. For nowhere could he find rest. At home he had comfort, pleasure and en^e. Kind parents, good neighbors and friends; Yet he leaves all behind to see other land>. Where his earthly goods freely he spends. lie buys a ticket to go to New York. Or one to the far golden west : Tie wants to be cowboy and dash o'er the plains, For he thinks that all cowboys are blest. When he gets to the city, if money he has, He tries to cut a big dash, Where confidence men are friendly to hiin As long as he has any cash. When he gets on the prairies and sees the wide plains, His poor aching heart fills with dread; He cries in despair as the mantle of night, Its ghostly gloom o'er him spreads. Yet he perseveres on. for roam he must. Whether tramp or beggar or king And oft' by himself in a grave lonesome nook, The pleasures of home he will sing. 23 ft >e merry and gay t^And ne'er go astray While here upon earth we must tarry; Be kind to } T our beau And others you know And blest be the day when you marry. Attend to your duty For there is much beauty In this great land far and wide; There's much work to be done 'Neath this hot glowing sun, Then all work with honor and pride. Na} r never be weary Though days may be dreary And filled with much sorrow and car«^ : Then fling away sorrow And look to the morrow For then we may joys fully share. Be content with your station And help your relation And friends that are kind good and truf Kind words that are spoken Is surely a token Of hearts that are loving and true. 24 In this wide world of fame Some oft gain a name That's remembered for ages to come; Though financially poor Their thoughts were pure Which in a straight channel did run. But the reaper soon cometh And a doleful tune hummeth He spares neither brambles nor grain His book he will open And reward with a token All those who are worthy the same. lar over the mountains, rivers and lea, Ju Where the forests are reaching out to the sea, Where ships are landed from far distant climes And jolly old sailors aro having good times, Far down in that country is always sunshine. No snow storms nor ice, for the weather is fine. There are sweet-scented flowers that are wafted on air, Where flowers are blooming and roses are fair. Way up in the north where no ice fetters break, Where the winds bloweth chill and make a man shake There the sun never shines and the roses ne'er bloom. Sure, that is a country o'ershadowed with gloom. 25 Betwixt and between in the north temperate zone. All busy people will never be lone. We have summer and autumn, winter and spring. Where beautiful birds, their daily song .sing. We have mighty big forests spread all over this land. An intelligent people, who in freedom do stand. We have wealth that's unbounded, much gold and alloy Where all may with pleasure, this short life enjoy. How happy and gay Are the children at play. \** : fcjM&? > *'^ £* 3m B 4+* For they know not of sorrow nor care. How cheerful and merry To amusements they hurry. For each wants to get her full share. How eager to learn When to study they turn Though the school room has charms for the few Yet their master will teaeh If the top they would reach They must work or they'll never get through. How pleasant to roam In the woodland at home, Where the flowers remind us of spring With a fair young love Like a gentle dove. Who With joy to each other will cling. How happy are they. Who, at work or at play. Their duty with honor fulfill; Who are gentle and kind To all of mankind. And bear to each other s^ood will. 27 11 ^fHTork is honest and must be done. _*.^_ Idleness always carefully shun ; Work with a will and work with your might, For work is an honor, if always done right. Work neath the sun as the day passes by, Never give vent to a moan or a sigh; Work in the morn and work in the eve, For unto work prosperity cleaves. Work is always wherever we go, So we all the good seed of labor should sow, For work we must with head and with hand, And cultivate all this broad fertile land. Tis work that sows the grain on our soil, While beautiful dames in the kitchen must toil; 'Tis work that builds our cities and towns, While skillful hands must make women's gowns. 'Tis work in all departments of life, To win fame and honor we must honestly strive; For those who are honest and work with a will, Will come out with success at the top of the hill. We see those before us who the top long have reached, And who unto the people salvation have preached : While those who once labored to gain daily bread, Yet rose, and with power, this nation have led. 28 ©IWIW1IW©!. Ejphere once was a man who always depended, •jk And as you will see. his life sadly ended; No effort in life he tried to. put forth And thus he died in shame and remorse. What anyone told him he carelessly done. For a will of his own he surely had none : He was dirty and ragged and never was clean For all that he done was disgusting and mean. He played at all games and often did win, Yet he never thought he committed a sin; He smoked, he drank, he stole and he lied; And every time the truth he denied. He often was drunk and picked up from the street, Yet to all good advice he never took heed: His once many friends all deserted him now. For the fiend of the wicked was wrote on his brow. He is old and he's wretched and full of despair, In madness and rage he is tearing his hair; He taketh a dagger and endeth his life To land in eternity, miseiT and strife. 29 mwws mwm. bi tomi. JK few more days we wearily must toil •^3? And gain a living from this earthly soil; A short abode in this vain glorious world Until eternity our banners will unfurl. In bondage and temptation here we tread Our mortal frame will soon be with the dead ; No freedom here while this short life remains For human flesh is full of aches and pains. A few more years the harvest we must reap A few more nights engaged in restless sleep; All quickly passing onward to the goal While making grave atonement for a single soul. When in that bright eternity at last we dwell Where everlasting pleasure and everything is well, Shall cheer this weary mind though oft amiss Which soon abides in happiness and bliss. Tjf^ 30 fter noble things we all should aspire, "^And leave all the vile things of earth ; For nature is kind in shedding abroad Those beauties to which she gave birth. We should all aspire to honor and fame, In truth we should work with our might; For never in life will we need to complain If we do that which always is right. Respect and good will we to others should bear For a true heart ne'er hatred will cherish; A heart full of passion, hatred and lust In the end will most certainly perish. Fair dealing with all the rich and the poor Is essential to men of success ; And those who would rise to honor and fame Must be true to all, nothing less. No matter what labor, profession, or trade. We should all do the best that we can ; So be gentle and kind, polite and upright Which belongs to a woman or man. m BUMBLEBEE. M armless little birdie, Said the youthful child, I am bound to catch you. Though you are so wild. In the blooming clover. Buzzing blithe and free, I must sure possess him And hold him just a wee. Little child, so merry, Catches him at last; Holds him for a moment, And throws him down so fast. Though the bee was pretty, It was hot as blaze; For it stung its captor In his hands and face. The stings were very painful. They swelled so fast and hard. And the youthful child was sorry Because it was so smart. 32 eauty may everywhere be found, By those who truly seek it; 'Tis in the heavens and the earth, While nature plain bespeaks it. There's beauty in the moon and stars That shine on deep dark nights; There's beauty in the morning sun That gives us warmth and light. The verdure of the fields and woods Are clothed in beauty's way ; The flowers, that bloom in all the land, Have charms that will always stay. Some birds are clothed with beauty rare, That sing about our door; The waves of ocean have this charm, As they dash against the shore. The human family is much endowed With grace, with love and beauty ; This faculty will never lack To do its bounded duty. 23 ®11I©1 QMS 0H GWLIDMQQI), Off hose pleasant scenes of childhood, I never can forget, .^2 And as I think them over, it of ten makes me fret; The precious time 1 wasted, and foolishly did spend, Which is so fast and fl3eting, and is only to us lent. Those old familiar scenes come up before my gaze. On my mind they are imprinted, that time cannot efface. The homestead and the farm yard, the woodland and the glen, Where oft' 1 sat so musingly, and listened to the wren. The old familiar pathway, that led us to the stream, Where oft' we went a' fishing, and of higher thoughts we'd dream ; The woodland ,too, is dearer for the flowers we gathered there, Though the woodland long has change:! into meadow bright and fair. The quarrels and disputes we had, while cutting off the corn. And how we'd cry and shiver on a cold hard frosty morn. When out to dig potatoes before the sun was up And late within the evening dusk our mush and milk we'd sup. 34 To gather nuts in autumn time, we never would delay, But rose at morn quite early and soon were on our wav Out to the shady forest, where nuts were falling fast, Where we all were so contented and forgot the troubled past. In the long cold winter evenings, I well remember now, How many pleasant times we spent, yetsome times had a row. Around the fire we used to sit and learn to read and spell, And listen to goblin stories our parents used to tell. '-m "If n Kansas, one summer, I rambled ZZ. Among the corn and the hay. I hired out to a farmer of merit, And there I intended to stay. 1 was sad, dejected and weary, From four days' ride in the train; I was dusty and my parse was quite airy. So from luxuries I had to refrain. For three days I wielded an axe, Which was rather hard on my frame; The wood was so tough and wiry But I worked hard to get all the game. I was glad to follow the plow In the bottom near by the old creek ; Where was timber, and birds were a' singing And frogs by the waters did leap. I plowed there for nearly a month, And the rich soil over 1 turned ; The corn-stalks, 1 cut with a sulky. And laid in the shade neath the ferns. The creek was timbered and shady By trees that grew on its banks; When the heat was oppressive and sultry. There were grumblers, growlers and cranks. 3G The rabbits and gophers were plenty. In the bushes they played hide and seek; The serpents neither were backward liut came forth with a'good deal of cheek. The corn they put in with a planter That checked two rows at a time; The machine was drawn by two horses, And the wire kept up a dim chime. Next the cultivating season came round And a sulky of course I did ride; This too was drawn by two horses So 1 worked with a great deal of pride. The corn it grew very fast, And soon we were all hid from view; So 1 rested and wrote out some verses, But the verses were slim and quite few. The gentle breeze always was welcome To relieve the heat of the da}^ The worker and traveler alike were Inclined to be merry and gay. The "prairie grass" served us for hay Which was cut and stacked in a heap; \tyhile snakes and varmints and insects Went lazily there to sleep. 37 The house dog grew lazy and snappish As the days became sultry with heat; Bnt boys who were to go bare- foot. Sought shoes to put on their feet. The grapes and mulberries ripened And bore some two hundred fold ; So on Sunday us boys we would go there And eat them as stories we told. Of plums there was an abundance Which grew down by the old stream ; Of strawberries we ate a good many Put down with sugar and cream. Some trees they were loaded with cherries That sparkled out in the bright sun; When "Harry'and I did pick them Together we had lots of fun. The apples were very delicious Which Harry hauled into the town; And many a time I did watch him When he acted like a comic old clown. Next Harry and I in the wheat field Lay plots to have a good time; And among us we argued the question As to who could compose the best rhyme. 38 We hauled our wheat in a wagon And put into big stacks; We worked hard till night was a' coming With our frail weary boies all racked. On sunday I'd oft' go to church Where a woman the gospel revealed ; And told them of things that's eternal, While nothing from them she concealed. A man he would preach at intervals, And tell them of drunkards and hell; He denounced those that carried the bottle, And spoke of those who had fell. The vast boundless prairie is charming, Has a wondrous fascinating spell ; And thf true pioneers who first went there Of hardships many a story can tell. The "Red-skins" have long since departed Where civilization now gi'a i coc -i- Q f~0 Lu Q ' The soil is rich and quite fertile 'Tis pleasure there to repose 39 »©miiM mm. em ember friends, that worldly gain ■5x2* Have many brought to grief; For worldly pleasures all are vain, That here von can receive, Though countless wealth of gold yon stow Away in yonder vault, If still your evil seeds you sow. And always are at fault. Tis well enough that we should strive For grand success in life, And always do our very best With will, and power and might. Be cautious then about your gain, And use it for the best: That when you from this world depart You may forever rest. 40 yihe farmer boy must work all day. ^ In summer time he rakes the hay, And stirs up wasps and bumble-bees Which sting him on his baggy knees. On rainy days he's out to fish, Or gets into some fruit some dish And eats away with might and main And wishes it would always rain. When hoeing corn out in the field He seeks a shade tree for his shield, He falls asleep and snores away Until he hears the dinner horn play. He like's the pies that mother bakes And eats the frosting off the cakes: He's always on the quick lookout To see if anyone's about. To dig up 'taters makes him sad : When husking corn he feels quite bad; When Sunday comes he's bright and gay And all day long he spends in play. Yea, truly he's not always sad He's merry when hefishe's for shad; And oh how happy when the pies Upon the table meet his eyes. 41 In winter he's contented quite. When cracking nuts by the chimney light And please! when skating Le can go Which sets boys faces all as:low. tllSlfe M <^5iiB^fsll^.-3^fe 'fc TEMPTATTUXS. is: they ai tav 55 To the innocent and virtuous as they travel on their wav. They Datch the youth unwary in their foul and filthy snare. _h with fi< lieir nun. lis with care. Tis they seem £ gay And with cheerful _ o ley beckon you that way: the downward road, and o'er your misery gloats. till the drama is complete. - ires in a manner strange and l. With cute devices cunning, the virtuous he baits, ret hiding place, in et._ 3& he waits. .\ 43 OTF©W©ffTTOtMlSS. 'JGIrom humble spheres we rise to fame, t§£ While honor from this this world we gain, A thought may spring into an act In years to come become afact, Twa's thoughtfulness that made the cranks And filled their minds with curious pranks They made the lightening message speed Like lightening on a furious steel. The inventor gave himself to thought, And thereby gained his happy lot The genius also won his fame By thoughtfulness when he was sane. The genius oft is called a crank Because he's wise among his rank: Yet superstitious people say, He had no reason in his day. 4-4 avc you thought of home and its beautiful charms? . Have you thought of those loved ones, so dear, Or have you forgotten the times round the hearth, Where we gathered when winter was drear? We often look back to that once happy time, Which in pleasure and peace we did spend. Those were moments of joy, of pleasure and bliss, While many dear friends we now sadly miss. When from sisters, brothers and parents you go, You will oft find the world vary heartless and cold; You can scarce find a friend who your troubles will share, Then for your own self and welfare must take care. 43 Oh! beautiful home, a picture so rare. Where peac3 and contentment shall know no despair, Where everything in harmony flows, Where all is- peace as time onward goes. No other place in this world can you find, Where people like brothers and sisters are kind. If you find a friend, be sure he is true, For many false ones will flock around you. If you are rich, do not poor men "despise. To display all your wealth is surely not wise, For many in a iowly thatched cottage were born, Yet rose to great wealth in life's early morn. Many great men were born of parents quite poor, But the influence of home made their wisdom secure. 80 despise not yoi r home, my fine little lad, Though the frowns of some people may make you feel sad. Home should be a place of love and of peace, Of happiness, pleasure, contentment and ease. Do then home not despise, though homely it be. For great men from humble homes rose as you see. w r m H^RMIR. The fanner, how contented he must he ^ As he lives on his farm so happy and free, With naught to disturb him when the day's work is over But to look o'er his fields of bright blooming clover. His cattle are sleek and all so well fed That he never despairs or troubles his heal About grave misfortunes that neyer may come, But sits down with ease and counts up his sum. As the seasons come 'round he is merry and gay; He is very ambitious and works through the day, For he knows that his labors will be crowned with success, And on that assurance he goes to his rest. 48 He plants his potatoes and also his corn. . He hustles around and works in the morn. He sows his oats on the drear barren ground Where an unusual rich harvest in the fall will be found. When haying comes round he is out very early. He is quite contented and scarce ever surly. He cuts the clover and lays the grass low, While the gentle breeze blows through his hair to and fro. Tis a pleasure for him when he goes out to drive. To see others like him, abundantly thrive, and thus many days in pleasure he spends, As he through the green forests his way homeward wends. 40 The time for corn husking soon will be here. And he sees his success as he pulls up the ems; He fills up his cribs some two hrmdred-fold To feed to his stock when the winter is cold. Soon the bleak winds of winter will sweep o'er the moor And leave man}' wanderers, homeless and poor, Who did net work any through the long summer days. But in idleness wandered from place unto place. When winter comes 'round, by his fireside warm, He knows he is safe from the fierce raging storm, And takes consolation in the work he has done 'Neath the bright blue sky and the hot blazing sun. The farmer works and tills the soil Fron morn' till eve' it's honest toil. He sows his seed and reaps his grain ; From it he lives, the matter's plain. 50 At noon lie rests beneath the shade Though oft' his labor's illy paid; Yet independent he may be, For from depending ties he's free. In winter when the cold wind blows, He has wholesome comfort. ; this he knows, As around his warm fireside he sits, And watches wife and children knit. He raises fruit and garden truck. To sell his wares he's oft' in luck. He labors while the bright sun shines, And at his sumptuous table dines. Of course he must toil and work, this we know, And oft' he has sorrow, trouble and woe: Adversity sometimes may fall to his lot, And then for a time this bright scene is forgot. DO ^OUR DUT : If a task is one • began, Work until the crown is won. Sit not idly in the shade, Stir the soil with hoe or spade. See what others done before. This you can and maybe more. All your wants you should supply. This you can if you will try. Always lend a helping hand. As you wander through this land For we all can useful be In this land anions: the free. Anything, though great or small. Never falter lest you fall. If you would to honor rise. Do not little things despite. For the littles by-and-by Build a temple to the sky. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS ill ill r 016 115 802 lj# %