A CHILD'S TEAR.-T. TEIGNMOUTH SHORE. My home-yes, it's bright and clean, sir, I was going straight down to hell, sir, I didn't know as I loved her Till the wild dark night she died, The little lass, she has grown, sir-- When a kid, there was no one to mind her And ever since, the poor creatur' Has been lame with a crooked knee; For I really loved the poor mite, sir, And her sweet little eyes of blue Was as blue and as bright as her mother's wor One night I was off to the "public ”— I'd been drinking already, 'twas late And I took little May to carry her, But I couldn't walk quite straight. "Oh, daddy, don't go!" she whispered, I was brutal, sir-I know it; 97 And when he gets hold of us with the drink And the little lass, she wor quiet, But I felt a hot tear fall; And it seemed to burn right into my hand, It melted my hardened heart; So I said, "I'll go home, lassie,' And that night I made a new start. I bless my God for saving a soul A NEWSBOY'S FUNERAL. It was one of the solemn days along the alley, for another newsboy had died. He had not been a prominent member of the "push" and had earned no title. If he had achieved distinction in any way he might have been called "Rubber Nick," "Hot Foot," or "Sleep Out." They had known him as Freddie. He had been accustomed to stand in line rather meekly and endure more than his share of the pushing and scuffling. His bundle of papers was never very large, and, as he wasn't tall enough to talk loudly and "boss" around, he was never properly respected in the alley until he died. Then a heavy grief settled on the colony, and "Bootsy" Thompson went about with a wrinkled brow and was ready to chastise any youngster who seemed to be cheerful. It was suddenly remembered that Freddie had always been "on the square," that he never went camping on another "kid's" corner, and some recalled the affecting circumstance that he dropped in his last "nick" to help buy flowers when "Tanny" was killed by the cable car. They had seen him around only the week before, and it was within the last two days they had heard that he was very sick. When a newsboy dies his comrades hold a meeting. Instead of imitating the conspicuous example of their elders and passing resolutions, they go down into their pockets and make up a fund. They held the meeting at 3.30 in the afternoon. After the spokesman had announced the news of Freddie's death, he said that every "kid" would be expected to "come down." Then the hats were passed and there was a steady jingle of red and white coin. A committee to count up reported that seven dollars and thirteen cents had been contributed, at which some of the thoughtless ones were inclined to yell, forgetting that the occasion was one of sorrow. Overcoat," "Hawky" and "Cocoanut Charley" were appointed to buy the floral tribute and take it to Freddie's home. 66 Next morning the three members of the committee and a large box wrapped in white paper came into the office of the man who was regarded as the supreme authority of the newsboy army. He was the court of last resort in all "scraps," and a good man to be "next to." So they brought the tribute around to show it to him. He untied the string and lifted the lid. Within the box was a huge cluster of pink roses with waxen petals and wire stems, wreathed about by stiff handpainted leaves. "Why, these are artificial flowers," said he, and he began to laugh. The committee was silent Then "Hawky" spoke up: cause dey was cheaper, but wouldn' know de difference. enough." and apparently offended. "We got fake flowers bede're all right and de kid We t'ought dey was purty "What makes this peculiar smell?" was then asked, The flowers gave out a rank alcoholic odor. "Dat's perfumery. Fake flowers aint got no smell, so we sprinkled a little perfumery on." If the man at the desk had followed his inclination he would have roared with laughter. But he had too much feeling. "That's very nice, boys," said he, replacing the lid. Freddie's mother will be glad that you remembered him. That's right; you give her the money that's left. Don't sprinkle any more cologne on the flowers. They have enough now." Then he followed them to the window and smiled to see them trot happily away. "After all," he said, "it doesn't make any difference." In the afternoon when the alley delegation saw the hearse drive away from the little house the waxen flowers with the wire stems lay on top of the coffin. O'FLAHERTY AND JOHN STUBBS.-SAM WALTER FOSS A man of wondrous clarity It might not be grammatical, And very full of speech Of thoughts beyond our reach He talked with great velocity, There was no similarity Twixt John Stubbs and O'Flaherty; But Stubbs he spoke with rarity; John Stubbs had no capacity. A quiet sort of gump He was; But Stubbs he loved O'Flaherty And I must state O'Flaherty No incompatability Could generate hostility Between O'Flaherty and Stubbs They wouldn't, They could not separate, They couldn't. Through great dissimilarity For Stubbs unostentatiously He poured out so loquaciously; Yes, while O'Flaherty held forth, He'd sit to all eternity. And so while one sat still, The other spake his fill, He did. And thus grew up affection mellow, Between this dumb and talking fellow Betwen this gump and tongue propellor, There did That's all. THE CHIEF MOURNER.-FRANCIS S. SMITH. 'Twas eve-a glorious eve! The bright stars sparkled in the expanse above, Like jewels in a kingly garb of blue, |