lifting toward heaven our fellow-men? We have got to rely on appeals and addresses made to the heart of this nation, to the conscience of the people and the reason of the country. We have got to train up our children in the cause from infancy. We must teach it in the schools and everywhere by word, and above all by example; and it seems to me that Christian ministers, in this dark hour of our country, when they see so much intemperance, and what looks to some of us like a reaction, should make the voice of the pulpits of this land heard. Members of Christian churches should remember that they have something to do in this cause. If anything stands in the way of Christianity it is the drunkenness in our land. A word for temperance at this time is the strongest blow against the kingdom of Satan and for the cause of our Lord and Master. Suppose you have been disappointed. Suppose that many of your laws have failed. We know that we are right. We personally feel and see it. The evidence is around and about us that we cannot be mistaken in living total abstinence lives and recommending such a course to our neighbors. When it costs something to stand by the temperance cause, then is the hour to stand by it. If I could be heard to-day by the people of the land, by the patriotic young men of this country, full of life, vigor and hope, I would say that it is among the first, the highest, and the grandest duties, which the country, God, and the love of humanity impose, to work for the cause of total abstinence. POPPING CORN. And there they sat, a popping corn, And Susan fat as butter. And there they sat and shelled the corn, Then Susan she the popper shook, And then they shelled, and popped, and ate, While he haw-hawed at her remarks, And still they popped, and still they ate- The clock struck nine-the clock struck ten, It struck eleven, and then struck twelve, And John he ate, and Sue she thought- Said she, "John Styles, it's one o'clock; I'm sick of all this popping corn- BETH GELERT.-W. R. SPENCER. The spearman heard the bugle sound, And still he blew a louder blast, And gave a lustier cheer: "Come, Gelert! why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear? "Oh! where does faithful Gelert roam? So true, so brave,-a lamb at home, "Twas only at Llewellyn's board He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, In sooth, he was a peerless hound, But now no Gelert could be found, And now, as over rocks and dells That day Llewellyn little loved Unpleased, Llewellyn homeward hied, But when he gained his castle door, The hound was smeared with gouts of gore, Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise, His favorite checked his joyful guise, Onward in haste Llewellyn passed- O'erturned his infant's bed he found, He called his child—no voice replied; Blood! blood! he found on every side, 66 Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured!" The frantic father cried; And to the hilt his vengeful sword His suppliant, as to earth he fell, But still his Gelert's dying yell Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Concealed beneath a tumbled heap, All glowing from his rosy sleep, Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread- Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead- Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain! His gallant hound the wolf had slain, Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe; The frantic deed which laid thee low, And now a gallant tomb they raise, There never could the spearman pass, There oft the tear-besprinkled grass And there he hung his horn and spear; In fancy's piercing sounds, would hear And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, The consecrated spot shall hold The name of " Gelert's Grave." TEMPERANCE RHYME-ATION. Ye friends of moderation, For common sustentation. Why sanction its duration, For its extermination? Of this abomination, The only sure foundation; |