"Why the Dog's Nose Is Always Cold." HAT makes the dog's nose always cold?" I'll try to tell you, curls of gold, If you will good and quiet be, And come and stand by mamma's knee. His fam'ly from a wat'ry grave; And in it also he designed To shelter two of every kind Of beast. Well, dear, when it was done, And heavy clouds obscured the sun, The Noah folks to it quickly ran, And then the animals began To gravely march along in pairs; The leopards, tigers, wolves, and bears, The deer, the hippopotamuses, The camels, goats, cats and donkeys, The tall giraffes, the beavers, monkeys, The rats, the big rhinoceroses, The dromedaries and the horses, The sheep, and mice, the kangaroos, Hyenas, elephants, koodoos, And hundreds more-'twould take all day, My dear, so many names to say And at the very, very end Of the procession, by his friend He could not in it find a place; So, patiently he turned about— Dick's Watch. EAR little Dick, curled up by the fire, Sat watching the shadows come and go, As the dancing flames leaped higher and higher, Flooding the room with a mellow glow. His chubby hand on his side was pressed, And he turned for a moment a listening ear; "Mother," cried he, "I've got a watch! I can feel it ticking right under here!" "Yes, Dick, 'tis a watch that God has made, "Should He put aside its mystic key, Or lay His hand on the tiny spring, The wheels would stop and your watch run down, And lie in your bosom a lifeless thing-" He crept to my side and whispered soft, While his baby voice had an awe-struck sound, "I wish you would ask Him, mother dear, To be sure and remember to keep it wound! The Last Hour. HE long day dies with sunset down the west; Comes the young moon through violet fields of air; A fragrance finer than the south winds bear Breathes from the sea-the time is come for rest. I wait. Birds nestward fly through deepening blue. O heart! Take comfort, peace will find thee too. For lo! between the lights, when shadows wane, Heart calls to heart across the widening breach Of bitter thought, chill touch, and jarring speech And Love cries out to take his own again. Give me the kiss of peace. Hold not your anger after the spent sun. Rise up, and with forgiveness set me free. Have Love's reward. And, O beloved! Death's angel will not wait For summoned feet to haste on anxious round With quick "Forgive, forgive, we pass to-night!" All day Regret has walked and talked with me, And, lest to-morrow it should go with thee, Give me the kiss of peace. Good and Better. FATHER sat by the chimney-post, When a man of merit comes to woo? And, father, what of this pain in my breast? Then the sire of the maiden young and fair, The girl of the wealth of golden hair, |