Life — September 18, 1902 — page 3: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

orld; pines. ment. Serenity. A Bout the hour of vesper-song Each day I see her stroll along ; The robin from a blooming prong A greeting flutes her ; Serenity, —this old-time name, Relic of some departed dame, Is that whereto the maid lays claim ; How well it suits her! ’Neath level brows her eyes gaze out, No harborage for fear or doubt ; Her smile demure would put to rout Each evil passion ; The red and white play hide-and-seek Across the rondure of her cheel How restful ‘tis to hear her speak In her soft fashion ! I know she loves all quiet things,— The South wind's mellow whisperings, Eve's peaceful afterglow, and spring's Hushed noontide rapture ; And when she sits alone, apart, Reading some lyric of the heart, Her seraph look a man of art Would joy to capture. She dances with the rhythmic sway Of fragrant apple-boughs in May ; She makes bon-mots in such a way That laughter bubbles Spontaneous from the listener's lips ; She's dainty to her finger-tips ; Her presence throws into eclipse The darkest troubles. Alas, for human happiness ! But in these days of moil and stress ‘The maids like you, I must confess, Are far and few, dear! Ah, were I not the bliss denied, I'm very sure that I could glide Adown life's long toboggan-slide Serene with you, dear! Clinton Scollard, ALL IN THE VALLEY OF DEATH RODE THE FOUR HUNDRED. Inopportune. af E died in town thissummer, Dur- - ing his last illness, his wifo nursed him over the telephone from Newport; his doctor treated him by telegraph from Bar Harbor, and a letter, written from the top of the Alps by his clergyman, was read over him at the faneral, Signs. ae TH! minister has been away on a long vacation, hasn't he?" Yea!’ “I thought the congregation looked rested.” — Prusst DOCTOR : Have many died of that new disease of yours? Seconp Doctor: No. But then, it isn’t generally known yet. comicbooks.com