“NEVER again,' said Mrs. Green,… ‘Never again will I think one hou… Never again will I go away with a… I’ve had a month of that game this… ‘I fried the fish and I stood all…

Turn me loose and let me be Young once more and fancy free; Let me wander where I will, Down the lane and up the hill, Trudging barefoot in the dust

There’s the mother at the doorway,… And the little parlor windows with… There are shaggy asters blooming i… And the simplest of the blossoms s… Oh, there isn’t any mansion undern…

IF LIFE were rosy and skies wer… And never a cloud appeared, If every heart that you loved prov… And never a friendship seared; If there were no troubles to fret…

A feller don’t start in to think o… the part that he’s playin’ down he… When there’s nobody lookin’ to him… an’ he don’t give a thought to nex… His faults don’t seem big an’ his…

HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:

I like to get to thinking of the o… When there were joys that never mo… The days before inventors smoothed… And made, what seemed but luxuries… When bathrooms were exceptions, an…

The golden dreamboat’s ready, all… And the breeze is gently blowing t… And the fairy’s captain’s waiting… With the silver dust of slumber, c… Oh, the night is rich with moonlig…

Wife says that I should be ashame… To wear such garments as I do, Full many a time has she exclaimed… ‘A month ago that suit was new, Now look at all the dreadful stain…

They ain’t much, seen from day to… The big elm tree across the way, The church spire, an’ the meetin’… Lit up by many a friendly face. You pass 'em by a dozen times

Your dream and my dream is not tha… But that our children after us sha… For all we care about ourselves—a… A place to sleep and clothes to we… We’d tramp the world on sunny days…

‘The world is against me,’ he said… ‘Somebody stops every scheme that… The world has me down and it’s kee… I don’t get a chance. Oh, the wor… When a fellow is poor then he can’…

HE died a poor man, so they say, Few were the dollars stored away By him while he lived, and yet His memory I’ll not forget. A spendthrift! True, but not for…