People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 March 1894 — My Boy. [ARTICLE]

My Boy.

Hla mind conceives vast schemes to span. The nursery floor with railroad plan; He sails brave ships In ohildlsh play To Ceylon's isle and fair Cathay; No land remote or unconfessed Lies hidden from his viking quest; No castle tower can e’er withstand His tin-clad soldiers' fierce command; His knights In tourney never fall. His prince must win the Holy Grail Beforehand; It Is understood He’ll wake the beauty of the wood. And all the giants’ heads will fall Before his sounding bugle call! —Providence Journal Onlv a Brak«DiAQ. Awful the shock when the engines met; All was terror, confusion, din; None who saw it will e’er forget The picture that daylight ushered in. Shattered fragments of Iron and steel. Splintered wood and battered brass Mingled with broken rod and wheel— And some one's blood stained the wayside grass. Some one's body, all crushed and torn. Covered with wounds, bereft of breath. Was found ’neath the wreck; the jacket worn Told how a brakeman had met his death. Some one wept when the news was borne; Some one mourned o'er the mangled dead, In line of duty from some one torn— Yet ’’only a brakeman," the papers said. Sadly they burled him ’neath the sod. Then took the crape from the cottage door; Over a grave the roses nod— The grave of a brakeman whose run Is o'er. —Chicago Dispatch. When Morning. Breaks. When morning breaks—the shadows fade Before the mighty king of day, Who comes in majesty arrayed; And Earth, exulting, seems to say: " Lo, darkness flies—her prey forsakes— When morning breaks!” When morning breaks—then error flees Before the sun of righteousness Who heals ihe blinded eyes, and frees The eapiivs in his helplessness; Prom sin and doubt the soul awakes When morning breaks! When morning breaks—the shades of death Before the King shall disappear. For “night shall be no more." He saith. Himself—the llght-shall banish fear, And joy the place of sorrow takes, When morning breaks! —Nannie H. Woodruff, iu Good Housekeeping. "Hit am er great t’lng ter be consistent, but not too much so, ” remarked Uncle Eben. “De clock in de jeweler’s sign dat alius P’lats ter twenty minutes past eight is one ob de mos’ consistent t’ings what is.”— Washington Star. Always Gets There. Jack Potter—- " Well, there’s one thing in this world that nearly always gets its dues.” Ned Freshent —"What's that!” Jack Potter—“ The club.” —Brooklyn Life. She— “Thev say my sister has a prettier figure than I. But isure of her answer) wnose figure do you like best, Jack, dear?” He (fervently)—“Your father’s, darling.”— Brooklyn Lire. “Now, listen, Freddie; the doctor said that it was that little bit of candv you ate last night that made you sick.” “Well, you know how I asked you over and over to give me a whole lot.” “I fear.” said the postage stamp, when it found itself fastened to a love letter, "that I’m not sticking to facts.”—lndianapolis Journal. "I wish,” said a railway passenger as a bunch of comics were dropped into his lap by the train boy, “that these people would quit poking fun at me.”—Washington Star.