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MRS. MARGARET A. CROWL:
BORN: CANADA, SEPT. 14, 1849. This lady was married in 1869 to Amos T. Crowl, and now resides at Merriam Park, Minn. Her poems have appeared in the Piu
SNOWFLAKES. Oh! ye tiny little snowflakes
Falling softly to the ground, Covering valley, hill and bamlet,
Yet not making any sound; Ye remind me of the dewdrops
Falling in the silent night; Watering this great earth-garden
Ere the dawning of the light. Likewise sands of Time are falling
Through his hour-glass sure and slow, Leaving not a trace of footprints
Of our pilgrimage below.
We can here a lesson find;
Gently work with willing mind.
Through the hour-glass, the last time; And our hearts has ceased its beating,
And the bell tolls its last chime. Work until the gentle dewdrops
Water flowers above our dust;
A low requiem over us.
Wrap us in their snowy sheen;
TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY. In a quiet village
Down among the hills, Two hearts were united
To bear life's joys and ills. It was in the Autumn,
And was cold enough to snow, But we needed not the weather,
For 'twas twenty years ago.
Settled down in life;
And Jean a faithful wife.
Until the sun was low,
Some twenty years ago.
And sometimes running o'er;
"Ti}l hearts were tired and sore; But we're told with every gloomy cloud
Some silvery linings go;
Just twenty years ago.
May they more trustful be;
Can all their troubles see.
NETTIE. Just a score of happy summers
Have passed over your dear head; And you've brought us naught but blessing
With the years that now have fled.
As the seasons come and go,
O'er your life its shadow throw.
With a love steadfast and true,
Without number, come to you.
May you thoughts of self lay down; Knowing we must bear Life's crosses
If we'd wear the victor's crown. May you hear that welcome plaudit, When old age to you has come: Come ye blessed of my Father, Welcome to your heavenly home."
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SAMUEL PHELPS LELAND. That might hunger's keen pang release;
The many shall not bow to the tyrannous few, BORN: HUNTSBURG, O., MARCH 4, 1839.
But all men be treated as men! [ing sue-AFTER being admitted to the bar in LaGrange when the poor for their lives shall not kneelcounty, Ind., Mr. Leland moved to Chicago in
0, when is that time? tell me when! 1863, and thence to Aurora, Illinois. About
Yes, there is a land where the weary can rest, this time he published a book of poems,
A home for the grief-laden heart; (pressed, which passed through two editions. In 1867
A time when true manhood shall not be ophe went to Charles City, Iowa, where he prac
Nor groan under poverty's smart; (come,
Where riches all shall alike share!
While many years went by;
And mirrored earth and sky:
From every wind that blew,
Worth, more than wise men knew.
Had crushed it to the ground,
And filled the air around.
Such fragrance had been given;
And held incense of Heaven.
Born: U'TICA, IND., APRIL 1, 1868. REMOVING to Paola, Kansas, at an early age
George was there educated, and later attended SAMUEL PHELPS LELAND,
the Baker university at Baldwin City, passing ticed law until 1880; thence he went to Europe
examination in that institution two years for a year. Entering the lecture field in 1881,
later. About this time George commenced he still continues to follow that profession. teaching school, which avocation he has since Mr. Leland is in comfortable circumstances,
followed. happy and content with his wife and a host of friends, residing in Charles City in summer
LIFE IS A RIVER. and in Chicago in the winter months.
We can fight a lively battle
To the end if we are true;
We can make our firearms rattle
And the enemy pursue.
If our cause is what it should be
And we do what we think right, Bud, blossom eternal, the same; [burn,
We shall live a life as happy Where no wild discontent in madness can
As the noonday sun is bright. To pierce the proud heart to despair
Can't we fight the ever tempter Where anguish on earth felt can never re With a will and all our might, turn
For the joys the Savior's offer, 0, where is that land? tell me where!
For the peace and truth and light? They tell of a time in the distant To Come We have but to push sin backward, An age born of Wisdom and Peace --
And our will then to control; When the poor shall not beg of the rich man And we'ell find our path clear'd homeward the crumb,
There with Christ our Savior stroll
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WILL J. WEAVER. BORN: MILL HALL, PA., DEC. 24, 1856. At eighteen years of age Will taught school in the winter months, attending the normal school during the summer; he subsequently graduated at the state normal school in 1880. While attending the normal school Mr. Weaver was chosen editor of the Normal Gazette, which position he filled for several terms, his writings at that time appearing under the
If not quite all broke up; but still
I reason thus, and ponder,
Lord! what does this, I wonder.
.. Vee,” And travel on to - Eshon;" I tangle . Ray"with Dee" and .. Gay,"
Regardless of discretion.
But something seems to blur them, And all the .. hooks" and “curves" get
mixed, Whene'er I try to .. Ster" them. An. Iss" with - Tee” makes it a .Stee,"
It seems most like a fable, “ Yeh-lay' with .. Bee" is .. You-will-be,”
And .. Bee" with El-book" " Able." An - Em" means - me," my," .. him"
and may," While
with * Shon" means • motion,” ... Pee" stands for hope," Pee-el" for
play." And Dee-Vee-Shon".. Devotion." A sign that's halved adds T” or D,"
And lengthened . t-b-r-ther". So Ef,” which commonly means far," Stretched out full length means
farther." - Em” widened adds a P"or..B," As Emb" with
Embody," .. Tee" shortened with the vowel "e"
Transforms it into . Toddy." • Experience" we find in Sprens,"
- Kend-Shon" for - Condescension," Along with many other blends
Too numerous to mention.
This science so fantastic,
Confused and rhinoplastic.
Will hoping make me stronger? While crying from my inmost soul,
How long, oh! how much longer!
WILL J. WEAVER. nom de plume of Edgar A. Po-etic. At the annual meeting of the Alumni association in 1880 he was chosen poet for the meeting of 1881, which brought out his poem of Our Alma Mater. Mr. Weaver's productions have appeared from time to time in numerous publications, and have received favorable mention. He is at present engaged in teaching school in his native county.
Yet when I try to learn it,
I'm all mixed up; and "dern it"
And fix in memory clearly, [my guard, These - hooks” and “crooks" once off I'm vexed, so that I'm nearly --
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O'twere sin to doubt Thy goodness
After all the proofs of years.
JOHN HILL LUTHER, D. D.
BORN: WARREN, K. 1., JUNE 21, 1824. Tais gentleman was the president of the Baylor Female College of Belton, Texas, which position he has held since 1879. Mr. Luther has had a great deal of experience as a preacher, teacher and editor. In 1885 he published a
Thou knowest all, O Teacher,
Better than my lips can tell,
And what foes within me dwell –
Comes the message, All is well.
Thou Knowest all, O Teacher;
Knowest when my weary feet
When loved ones gone before shall greet
Thee, Oh my Prince, my Love, to meet.
Then I can wait, and waiting, watch,
And as I watch toil while I may;
Nay, often meets me in the way,
The glories of the latter day.
NOW – TAEN.
Runs to its close –
That brings repose.
Fresh burdens may await the heart,
Now faint and worn;
By others borne.
JOHN HILL LUTHER, D. D.
A gentle hand is holding mine
By day - by night; little volume of his productions entitled My And paths, untrod before, now shine Verses, and since that time in another neat With glorious light. volume has appeared Souvenir Verses. Dr. Luther is small in stature, with a keen, bright Oh soul, thy lot is princely now, eye, and dark hair sprinkled with silver gray. And ever more He is a most entertaining and scholarly gen To toil, to wait, and then to know tleman, and is beloved and respected wherev Him gone before er he is known.
To watch and listen till He come,
To bear me where
The loved ones are, my Heaven, my home, Thou knowest all, O Teacher,
My Eden fair.
I only ask to share while here
The toil divine; But with thee there is no danger:
To crushed and wounded ones to bear Sunshine must come at last.
The oil and wine; Thou knowest all. O Teacher,
Then 'neath the cross to lay me down
To take sweet rest;
HELEN MAUD MERRILL.
BORN: BANGOR, ME., May 5, 1865. DURING the last decade Helen Maud Merrill has contributed numerous poems to the St. Nicholas, Portland Transcript, and other
Why should I care for those who gaze
On me with old, indifferent eye, Since oft there comes a loving throng
Who never once have passed me by. And yet, this human heart of mine
For human sympathy oft yearns; Yet that in which deception lurks
My whole soul rises up and spurns. For peace and truth and love are mine,
And wheresoe'er these powers are known I walk serene, content to know
That I am never all alone. But human eye a limit has
Which may not penetrate the heart; And so I clasp my faith more close,
And patiently I walk apart.
When I'll no longer walk alone,
My heart shall know and claim its own.
THE ANGEL WIFE. Death's mystery is hers at last.
Through mystic portals she has passed Into the limitless unknown --
The journey each must take alone. What was the secret dying brought?
How was that icy stillness wrought? What were the visions, floating far,
That greeted her from the .. gates ajar?" For with that heavenly smile of peace,
When her pure spirit found release, Bright angels in the azure dome
Were sent to guide her safely home. Now to my waiting ear there seems
A voice to come, as in my dreams; These are the words I seem to hear
From the beautiful soul that hovers near: * Life in the spirit world is sweet,
But needs you, dear, to be complete; Grieve not for that frail form of clay
Which mother earth enfolds to-day; · Nor think that I am gone from you
To a far-off heaven, beyond the blue; Thought cannot bind this world, so fair,
It's many mansions' are ev'rywhere. .. And do not think, because your sight
Is wrapped in earth's gray mist of night, That I forget my promise, dear,
To come again your heart to cheer. - With soul to soul, and mind to mind,
A closer union we shall find; But lives on earth are lived alone,
But here we know as we are known! These are the words that come to me
From the beautiful soul I cannot see, As I sit in the twilight shades alone,
To catch the sound of a seraph's tone.