But meanwhile our friends with no small demonstration Arrived at that point in their gay recreation Which men like Diogenes call dissipation. The thing that least bothered our guests while together No warning whatever, but in with a crash Springs a man,-yes, an awkward, plain man it is plain. All spattered with mud and drenched through with the rain. When Plato this burly phenomenon sees, 66 'Why, bless me," he cries, " Mr. Diogenes!" He prayed him to stay till the storm had passed by And spread himself out on the sofa to dry. His wagship, however, as blunt as of yore, Stood pawing and scraping his feet on the floor. Our friends stood astonished to see, where he stood, The carpet disfigured with figures of mud, And none dared molest him, though strange it may sound, At length, when the floor seemed sufficiently black The silence that fell seemed to whisper "For shame! The truth like a bright gleam of lightning flashed through This man who had posed as the meekest of men, Of the world, let us hope, he returned to his tub. Now Plato is dead and all of his species, You'll find them in office, and class-room, and store, You know Mr. Toper, that wreck of a man Whom the demon of Drink seems determined to damn; There's Modelman, too; I'm sure you ne'er saw Hear him lecture on crime and you'd think he's a saint; Yet I say in plain words that the man is a thief, Our pastor, the Reverend Boodle, D. D., "No gods," says the Lord, "shall men have before me." He smote the old idols of Mammon and Praise, But thought as he saw Jenkins nod from the gallery, "The time is now ripe for increasing my salary." And I thought (though such thoughts he had doubtless abhorred) He aspired to the place that belonged to the Lord, And 'twas his most constant ambition, or whim, That Broadway church-members have no gods but him! ""Tis a pity," says one, "since with Diogenes Be wiser than he; and if thou wouldst preach And brother, I charge thee to fling away shams; HOMELESS. She stood in the tender twilight, The scent of violets was wafted But alone she stood in the twilight, And never a roof to shelter her, Or a kindly word is said, As from door to door she moves along Begging her daily bread. Oh, think of her in your cheerful homes, When the twilight shadows come; And the dear ones meet round the bounteous board In the safe and quiet home; Give her a kind and gentle word, You can surely spare her that; She may come to your door at any time The Homeless Old Tramp Cat. THE BANGS FAMILY TELL A STORY.* SAM WALTER Foss. This can be given as a monologue or, with slight adaptation, can be used as a dialogue. Every member of the Bangs family always tries to help every other member of the family. When one member of the family tries to tell a story all the other twelve immediately take hold and tell him how to tell it. This mutual helpfulness is very beautiful. "Did you ever hear that story about my dog Towzer?" said Bangs to me one day. 66 'No, I never did," said I, “let's hear it." "Well, about the middle of last July," said Bangs"The first of July," interrupted Mrs. Bangs. "The last of June," said Archibald Theodore Bangs, the oldest boy but four. "Nearer the first of August," said Lucretia Penthesilea Bangs, the oldest girl but five. "Well, call it some time between 1812 and the present time," said I, "I am awfully anxious to hear the story." Well, we were just coming home from church," continued Mr. Bangs. "From the circus," interrupted Thaddeus Washington Bangs, the youngest boy but three. "From the camp-meetin'," said Rosie Toddles, next to the baby. "I 'member it, coz I tored my dress." "Warn't comin' home at all," said Tom Aristotle Bangs. "We were just startin' out for the beach." "Well, let us decide," said I, "that we were all somewhere, we can't tell just where exactly, but somewhere between the cradle and the grave. You've no idea how anxious I am to hear the story. Go on, Mr. Bangs." Well," said Mr. Bangs, "it rained." "Snowed," said Mrs. Bangs. "Hailed," said Archibald Theodore. "Drizzled," said the twins in concert. *By permission of the Author. "Well, I am willing to admit," said I, "that it rained, snowed, hailed, drizzled and that we had an earthquake, an avalanche, a tornado and a landslide at the same time. I will admit any weather from the freezing to the boiling point, if I can only hear that story. I am eaten up with curiosity. Please go on." "All right," said Mr. Bangs, "what was I talking about?" "Dunno," said Thaddeus Washington. "Dog," said Rosie Toodles. "Calf," said Tom Aristotle. "Efalunt," said Bobbie Bangs. "Whale," said the twins. "Hadn't begun to talk at all," said Lucretia Penthesilea. "Only jest beginned to 'spute,'" said Bobbie. "It's an excellent story," said Bangs. "You'd split yourself with laughing; but I can't think of it just now." If Bangs shall outlive every other member of his own family, and if I can have an interview with him af ter they are all dead, I shall some day hear that story.. Sustained by this serene and beautiful hope I go through life each day. LIFE'S WEAVING.--MILLIE COLCORD. I stood in gladness-for life's highest joy That I was standing in the King's own grace : It seemed that I could see The love and light and glory of His face. When, as I waited, lo! the King bent down, And in His hand I looked with great amaze— For some flashed sparkling bright, And some were fair and white, While some lay dark and sombre 'neath my gaze. |