is libe without love? Dothig. Darlig, do you, cad you love be edough to be by-ah-ah-ooh-chew!"

"You'll be bide, all bide?" he gasped.

"I will, Hedry, I will," she hoarsely whispered.

He drew her to him, slipped the ring upon her finger, and there they stood together, their reddened and half closed eyes blinking in sweet, holy ecstasy upon each other.

My poor darlig has god sudge a bad code," he sympathizingly murmured.

"So id my Hedry," she softly whispered back.

"You must take sub bedicid for that code, to dide," she said.

"So bust you," he added.

"Yes, ad you'll soak your feet in hod wader?"

"I will; ad you'll soak yours?" he eagerly asked.

"I will," she replied.

"Heaved bless you, by darlig, by precious darlig," clasping her again to his breast. And then he stole out into the darkness; and she lingered a moment at the door, and heard his dear voice ring out on the night air as he passed away"Ker chew, ker chew."

WET AND DRY.-CLARK JILLSON.

One Sunday morn good parson Jones,
Before the service hour,

While going from his home to church,
Was troubled by a shower.

The lightning crinkled overhead,
While peal on peal revolved;
The parson was a well-soaked man,
And yet was not dissolved.

"I cannot preach," said parson Jones,
"Without I feel the pain

Of being wet from crown to heel-
Completely drenched with rain."

"You must go on," says deacon Smith
With voice a little gruff,

"Though as a man you may be wet,
As preacher, dry enough."

THERE'S BUSINESS FOR ALL.-P. S. PENNELL.

There's business for all in this world, my boy,

Though some folks find nothing to do;
And misery will misery forever enhance
With him who is satisfied fortune is chance,
And only may come to a few.

Who waiteth for fortune is waiting for grapes
In a desert where grapes never grew,-
A beggar that sitteth where nobody goes,
An idler for gold where no gold ever flows,—
There's no business there, boy, for you.

Who boreth for water must not expect oil,
Nor gold if for silver he sue,

If sleepeth the husbandman, sleepeth the soil,
And harvest refuses the product of toil;-

Wake up boy! there's business for you.
The season goes by, the season comes back,
The strength of the earth to renew;
The winter is past and spring has come round
With music and laughter, and shuffle and bound,
She has business, boy, all the year through.
She has business for us in her stern demands,
Demands that forever renew

In industry's calls from the asking lands,
Whose acres are waiting for toil's clever hands,-
For more than they're willing to do.

Life's valleys are gleaming with rivers of sin,-
Temptation's flowers charming to view,-
The siren walks there, where charming she's been
Since Eden went out and temptation came in.
Stand guard boy! she's watching for you.
Who, lured by her wiles, once passes sin's door,
Goes down to the river of pain,

Deception walks with him, the charmer before,
They pass to the river, from death's inky shore
We call, but he comes not again.

Turn not for her lure, from business my boy,
You'll find what I tell you is true-

Life's moments will brighten in steady employ,
And blossom with comforts too sweet for the joy
Of those who find nothing to do.

Be true to your manhood, work up to the line,
To wisdom's line,-close as you can,—

With axe, plow, and harrow, for hillside and plain;
And pen, ink, and paper, to plow for the brain,
Fulfill the grand purpose of man!

This brief of existence is business, my boy,
For other more lasting in view!

Life can't be a shadow that struts, frets, and dies,
Where heaven, great heaven looks down through such eyes.
Look up, God is smiling on you!

Then work while 'tis day, ere cometh the night
Be quick, boy, the moments are few;
Eschew ye the evil; defend ye the right;
Work out of the darkness up into the light,
Where heaven has business for you.

TEMPERANCE PEARLS FROM MANY AUTHORS.

Wine turns the good-natured man into an idiot, and the choleric into an assassin. It gives bitterness to resentment, it makes vanity insupportable, and displays every little spot of the soul in its utmost deformity. Addison.

O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!

Shakspeare. While you are in the habit of intemperance, you often drink up the value of an acre of land in a night.

Father Mathew.

Wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind ic to cure melancholy by madness. Charron.

In what pagan nation was Moloch ever propitiated by such an unbroken and swift-moving procession of victims as are offered to this Moloch of Christendom, Intemperance? Horace Mann.

Drinking water neither makes a man sick ror in debt nơ his wife a widow. John Neal.

Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than the habi of drinking. Walter Scott.

Temperance, indeed, is a bridle of gold, and he who ser it rightly is more like a god than a man.

Burton

Every moderate drinker could abandon the intoxicating cup if he would; every inebriate would if he could.

John B. Gough.

Schiller.

Wine invents nothing, it only tattles. The smaller the drink, the clearer the head, and the cooler the blood; which are great benefits in temper and busiWilliam Penn.

ness.

If it is a small sacrifice to discontinue the use of wine-do it for the sake of others; if it is a great sacrifice-do it for your own. Samuel J. May.

Wine has drowned more than the sea.

Publius Syrus.

There is no difference between knowledge and temperance; for he who knows what is good and embraces it, who knows what is bad and avoids it,-is learned and temperate. Socrates.

That is a treacherous friend against whom you must always be on your guard. Such a friend is wine. Bovee.

The habit of using ardent spirits, by men in office, has oc casioned more injury to the public, and more trouble to me than all other causes. And were I to commence my administration again, the first question I would ask, respecting a candidate for office would be, "Does he use ardent spirits?" Jefferson.

Wine is a turncoat; first a friend, and then an enemy.

Fielding. Temperance is reason's girdle and passion's bridle, the strength of the soul and the foundation of virtue.

Jeremy Taylor.

If I could be heard to-day by the people of the land, by the patriotic young men of this country, full of life, vigor, and hope, I would say that it is among the first, the highest, and the greatest duties, which the country, God, and the love of humanity impose, to work for the cause of total abstinence. Henry Wilson.

Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright; at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.

The Bible.

THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN.-ROBERT BROWNING.

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;

The river Weser deep and wide
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,

Almost five hundred years ago,

To see the townsfolk suffer so

From vermin, was a pity.

Rats!

They fought the dogs and killed the cats,

And bit the babies in their cradles,

And ate the cheeses out of the vats,

And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles.
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats,
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.

At last the people in a body

To the Town-hall came flocking:

'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy:
And as for our corporation-shocking

To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
For dolts that can't or won't determine
What's best to rid us of our vermin!
You hope, because you're old and obese,
To find in the furry civic robe ease!
Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we're lacking,
'Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
At this the Mayor and Corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation.

An hour they sat in council,

At length the Mayor broke silence:
"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell;
I wish I were a mile hence!

It's easy to bid one rack one's brain-
I'm sure my poor head aches again,
I've scratched it so, and all in vain.
Oh, for a trap, a trap, a trap!"
Just as he said this what should hap
At the chamber door but a gentle tap?