LOU VALERIA WILLSON. BORN: PULASKI, MICH., SEPT, 23, 1866. MANY of the poems of Miss Willson have appeared in Peterson's, Saturday Night, Cottage Hearth, Detroit Free Press and other LOU VALERIA WILLSON. publications. Besides writing poems she is the author of several stories and sketches which have found their way into print. This artist and writer resides with her parents in Jackson, Mich. IT NIPS US A'. At yester morn it was nae cauld, Ah weel, ah weel! 'Tis ever sae With flowers an' men. Sae surely The frost comes on an' nips us a'! MOTHS, BEWARE. "Her eyes are blue, of gold her hair; She has a face divinely fair,"Oh yes, I know. "Her form displays a witching grace, That matches well her flower-like face," Oh yes, I know. "Her smile is like a sunbeam bright," She is, you say, "your life and light." Ho, ho! Just so! You think to win this maiden fair, Girls often are such fickle things You foolish moth, you'll singe your wings. Take care! She smiles, you say, and smiles on you, And love beams from her eyes so true, Ho, ho! I know! To all, the candle gives its light, And though she is divinely fair, Full many a victim has she slain, And as to smiles, you silly elf, She's laughing at your foolish selfHo, ho! 'tis so! The merriment she scarcely tries To keep from out her laughing eyes, My friends, I know. Avoid those curls of golden hair Beware! Avoid those merry eyes of blue, Or with scorched wings your fate you'll rue. Take care! What now! What means that look of woe? We have not met these many days. Well, limp away, for lights more fair The harm is slight, 'tis very clear, JENNIE H. RASMUSSEN. BORN: DENMARK, OCT. 2, 1867. JENNIE was brought to this country when a babe, and now follows the occupation of bookkeeper at Albert Lea, Minn. Her poems JENNIE HELENA RASMUSSEN. have appeared in the Interior of Minneapolis, Enterprise and Standard of Albert Lea, and other publications. YOUTH. Youth is pleasing, youth is charming, Wrapped within, celestial bliss, Knows no self-created sin, Has not reached to the painful knowledge Of a rebel host within; Freely acts from inward motives, Does not stop to calculate, Often utt'ring truths so precious, IF 'TIS ONLY THEE. If 'tis only Thy hand that leads. The racking pains of body, Or wrestlings of the soul, I will not mind the darkness, If 'twas only Thy hand that smote. The world may try to turn me, Lay snares for many a fall, But I will gain my object, And conquer over all, If only Thy arm uphold me. ARTHUR E. SMITH. BORN: GRANVILLE, N. Y., JUNE 15, 1866. THE poems of Mr. Smith have appeared in Peterson's Magazine, New England Homestead, American Rural Home, Chicago Ledger, Albany Journal, Arkansas Traveler, ARTHUR E. SMITH. Christian Nation and numerous other publications. He has written over six hundred poems, many of which have received very high praise from the press and public generally. Mr. Smith is engaged in mercantile pursuits in the state of New York at Belcher. THE BONNY MAIDEN. Sweet summer send your softest gale For there is coming up the vale The daisies blossom 'neath her feet, While thrushes answer - oh, so sweet- Ye sunbeams play across the lea; For there's no fairer maid than she Sweet sing ye brooks within yon glade, A melody divine, For there's no fairer rural maid Ye gentle violets hang your heads, Sweet summer send your softest gale To greet a lover's ear, For there is coming up the vale A bonny little dear; She's coming now to meet her love Beneath the trysting-tree, While voices from the maple grove BENEATH THE FOREST'S SHADE. Beneath the forest's shade I rest, Wearied by the noon's sultry heat, And hear the breezes from the west Amid the tall pines singing sweet. Above me in the heated sky Like a huge ball hangs the bright sun: While over all the mountains nigh The haze of noon-tide settles down! Oh, glorious is the realm outspread, The realm o'er which fair summer reigns, The wooded hills, the skies o'erhead, The meads and broad extended plains! There o'er its channel deep and wide The streamlet seeks the distant west; I would that life would be as sweet, THE OLD TRYSTING TREE. When the dewdrops are falling O'er the green, grassy plains, And the night-birds are chanting Their gladsome refrains,Then I think of the maiden So dear, dear to me,And I go forth to meet her 'Neath the old trysting tree! CHO.- Oh, the maiden I love, So loving is she! There's joy when I meet her 'Neath the old trysting tree! M. VICTOR STALEY. BORN: OMRO, WIS., DEC. 19, 1866. IN 1880 the subject of this sketch removed to Oshkosh, where he received the rudiments of his education. He has since studied at Lawrence University of Appleton, Wis., earn M. VICTOR STALEY. ing the necessary means to do so during vacation time. The poems of Mr. Staley have appeared in the Chicago Ledger, Home Journal, the Oshkosh and Appleton papers. THE AGE OF REASON. While their hearts are black as midnight, He who speaketh words of comfort, Hearts to cheer when dark the days, Shall receive the people's blessings, And the world's unstinted praise. DELORA. Oft have I stood by the purling stream, Azora, whose waves of peaceful blue Ripple gaily along the pebble shore; While they whisper low of the days of yore, free, As she laughed aloud in her childish glee; But ten short summers of added bloom, My heart is sad for 'neath yonder mound, Now, almost kissed by the murmuring stream, Tinged fair with the glow of the sunset gleam, Where the wildwood abound, flowers in beauty Lies the slender form of that fair young maid, Yet, never shall out from my mem'ry fade, The remembrance of sweet Delora. THE SPIRIT QUEEN. EXTRACT. 66 And she did as he had bade her, 64 |