No rocks across the pathway lie,— And turns as if for tree or stone. Perhaps some lover trod the way With sinuous sweep or sudden start. Or one, perchance, with clouded brain Nay, deem not thus-no earth-born will Truants from love, we dream of wrath,— Oliver Wendell Holmes. ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE. O praying one, who long has prayed, Have ye been sometimes half afraid "Ask what ye will"-His word is true, His power is all divine; Ye cannot test his love too far; His utmost shall be thine. He gives no serpent for a fish, Thy inmost longings may be told; God heard thee-he hath not forgot, For, if ye truly have believed, Not vain hath been thy prayer! BEREAVED. Let me come in where you sit weeping-aye Mrs. Havens. The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed Their pressure round your neck; the hands you used To kiss such arms, such hands I never knew, May I not weep with you? Fain would I be of service-say something, Who have no child to die! James Whitcomb Riley. THE CHILDREN. When the lessons and tasks are all ended, Oh! the smiles that are halos of Heaven And when they are gone, I sit dreaming Oh! my heart grows as weak as a woman's, They are idols of hearts and of households; Oh! those truants from home and from Heaven, And I know now how Jesus can liken I ask not a life for the dear ones, All radiant, as others have done; But that life may have just enough shadow I would pray God to guard them from evil- The twig is so easily bended, I have banished the rule and the rod; I have taught them the goodness of knowledge; They have taught me the goodness of God. My heart is a dungeon of darkness When I shut them from breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction My love is the law of the school. I shall leave the old house in the autumn I shall miss them at morn and at eve'n, To bid me good-night, and be kissed. Charles M. Dickinson. A GOOD FRIEND. To have a good friend is one of the highest delights of life; to be a good friend is one of the noblest and most difficult undertakings. Friendship depends not upon fancy, imagination or sentiment, but upon character. There is no man so poor that he is not rich if he have a friend; there is no man so rich that he is not poor without a friend. But friendship is a word made to cover many kindly, impermanent relationships. Real friendship is abiding. Like charity, it suffereth long and is kind. Like love, it vaunteth not itself, but pursues the even tenor of its way, unaffrighted by ill report, loyal in adversity, the solvent of infelicity, the shining jewel of happy days. Friendship has not the iridescent joys of love, though it is closer than is often known to the |