"WE'RE BUILDING TWO A DAY!" REV. ALFRED J. HOUGH. During the Freethinkers' Convention, at Watkins, N. Y., in response to statements that the churches throughout the land were losing all aggressive power, a message was received from Chaplain McCabe, of the Methodist Episcopal Church Extension Board, saying in substance and speaking only of his own de nomination, "All hail the power of Jesus' name; we're building two a day!" The infidels, a motley band, In council met, and said: "The churches die all through the land, It filled them with dismay: "We're building two a day," and still, Are shingle, rafter, beam, and sill, "All hail the power of Jesus' name! The miners rend the hills apart, And streams from her metallic heart The King of saints to war has gone, "All hail the power of Jesus' name! The Christless few the cross would hide, The light of life shut out, And leave the world to wander wide The pulpits lose their ancient fame, "All hail the power of Jesus' name! "Extend," along the line is heard, A new church greets the morning's flame, "All hail the power of Jesus' name! When infidels in council meet "All hail the power of Jesus' name! THE DRUNKARD'S THIRST. I know my wife weeps tears of blood, But give me rum; That ruin boils in like a flood, But give me rum; I know my eyes are blank and blear, I know an awful death is near, But give me rum; Yes! Give me rum! Mad, crazy-hurry, come! My brain's on fire! I must, I will have rum! Who cares for children's rags and cries, I will have rum; A wife's entreaties I despise, I will have rum; What though the cross stands in my way, Eternal life, eternal day! I will have rum! Away with all! Don't stand here pleading, come! Don't tell me now what you will do, Who cares for wife, home, business, friends? On having rum; I trample all beneath my feet; come! come! Say, do you hear? Rum, rum, I WILL HAVE RUM! Pay, did you say? Who talks of pay? I must have rum; Home, friends and reputation? Say- There's on me an infernal spell, And if each cup my doom should knell, I must have rum; Pay? Yes, take all I have, but hurry, come! They took for pay his bright, young life, They took his children and his wife, They took his health from day to day, A raving maniac, wild, in ruin's slum, He cried with his last gasp, PASS ON THE RUM! Oh, man, dost thou by voice or vote, Pass on the rum? Hands often, indirect, I note, Pass on the rum; With worldly policy in view, O Prohibition! Liberator; come! And curse the curser, DARKEST RUIN, RUM! HOW TO CHOOSE A WIFE. A youth who determined to alter his station, What sort of a wife he'd advise him to woo! "My friend," said the man, "that's a difficult question; Dismiss all the amiable girls from your sight, "But if for accomplishments-more of the spirit Than beauty, or riches, or honors-you'd strive, Endeavor a sensible woman to merit, For charms of the soul must all others survive!" Th' advising good man here stopped short his oration, And smilingly looked at the venturesome beau, Who still, though obliged for the kind conversation, Observed: "This is not just the thing I would know;→ "I wish to obtain an explicit direction A wife how to choose; for I'd like to enjoy All the sweets of this life, in their highest perfection, MISS O'MULLIGAN TAKES A BICYCLE RIDE.* LOUISE H. SAVAGE. Wud I till yez 'bout the toime I rid arn a flossy pade? Arrah! it makes me laff now, whin I thinks o' that same, but o-r-r! sorra the laff in the toime I did it. Bud I'll be afther tellin' yez. Three Aisters gone, I wint over the big say, ter Paree, wid a 'Merikin lady as wint there ter visit the town; *Written expressly for this collection. yez that's the way wid big-bugs, ye know, an', av it was, thin, we sthayed in an English hotel, where they spake our own langwidge, but be the token, arl thim odther paple in Frince are haythin, an' carn't talk a dacint worrud, if ye'd belave me. They jist jabber, jabber, like wild bastes thimsilves, wid their onchristian lingo. Yer wudn't know what they'd be manin', at arl, at arl, unliss, be the token, had some wan wid cud till yez. ye But, av it was, thin, there wor a noice young feller a-sthoppin' there at the hotel wid us what knowed their "Parley Voo" (that's fwhat they calls talkin'), an' he wor varry perlite ter me, an' he used ter take me out wid 'im ter say the sights; an' mony's the big ruction I got into, too, be the manes av 'im. He wor the Ould Harry's own egg, so he wor, a-gittin' ivery wan inter schrapes; an' 'im wid 'is plisint face an' smilin' eyes, shure ye cudn't misdoubt 'im. Arrah! that's the way wid min, the whole o' them. Well, be the token, wan day he tuk me wid 'im ter the Shangs Alazy, they calls it, as is a foine big field wid a race-course arn it. There wor paple, an' paple, there, a-ridin' arn flossy pades; there wor some wimmin there, too, a-doin' that same, an' raally, it didn't seem jist proper, an' I sed that mooch ter Mr. Sniggers (that's the name o' me foine bye, that med me arl the throuble). But, av it was, he sed it wor splindid fun, a-ridin' arn thim, an' that arl the ladies does it, as has ony sthyle, an' he kep a-talkin' that a-way ter me, an' a-sayin' how graceful they wor, an' how pritty an' foine I'd look arn wan o' thim, if I ownly dared ter thry it. An' whin he sed that, wid 'is eyes a-twinklin', it jist med me mad, an' whin he sed ownly a Frinch 'oman had the courage ter thry that same, I wor more mad, an' I jist toult 'im I cud bate the whole o' thim, not manin' ter do it, av course; but he dared me agin, bad look ter 'im, an' me blude wor up-an' if I worn't the idgit! So I axed the man cud arny wan ride, an' he sed, "Yis, wid payin'," |