VARIETIES.
Mansions.
“I am glad that His house hath mansions,For I shall be tired at first,And I’m glad He hath bread and water of life,For I shall be hungry and thirst.I am glad that the house is His, not mine,For He will be in it, and near,To take from me the grief I have brought,And to wipe away every tear.”T. O. Paine.
“I am glad that His house hath mansions,For I shall be tired at first,And I’m glad He hath bread and water of life,For I shall be hungry and thirst.I am glad that the house is His, not mine,For He will be in it, and near,To take from me the grief I have brought,And to wipe away every tear.”T. O. Paine.
“I am glad that His house hath mansions,For I shall be tired at first,And I’m glad He hath bread and water of life,For I shall be hungry and thirst.I am glad that the house is His, not mine,For He will be in it, and near,To take from me the grief I have brought,And to wipe away every tear.”
“I am glad that His house hath mansions,
For I shall be tired at first,
And I’m glad He hath bread and water of life,
For I shall be hungry and thirst.
I am glad that the house is His, not mine,
For He will be in it, and near,
To take from me the grief I have brought,
And to wipe away every tear.”
T. O. Paine.
T. O. Paine.
Death the Gate of Life.—Plato, the great Athenian philosopher, who was born 427 years before Christ, recognised the doctrine that death is but the gate of life. “My body,” he says, “must descend to the place ordained, but my soul will not descend. Being a thing immortal it will ascend on high, where it will enter a heavenly abode. Death does not differ at all from life.”
Useless Trouble.
“Why lose we life in anxious cares,To lay in hoards for future years?Can these, when tortured by disease,Cheer our sick heart, or purchase ease?Can these prolong one gasp of breath,Or calm the troubled hour of death?”Gay.
“Why lose we life in anxious cares,To lay in hoards for future years?Can these, when tortured by disease,Cheer our sick heart, or purchase ease?Can these prolong one gasp of breath,Or calm the troubled hour of death?”Gay.
“Why lose we life in anxious cares,To lay in hoards for future years?Can these, when tortured by disease,Cheer our sick heart, or purchase ease?Can these prolong one gasp of breath,Or calm the troubled hour of death?”
“Why lose we life in anxious cares,
To lay in hoards for future years?
Can these, when tortured by disease,
Cheer our sick heart, or purchase ease?
Can these prolong one gasp of breath,
Or calm the troubled hour of death?”
Gay.
Gay.
Women in Burma.—In Burma women are probably more free and happy than they are anywhere else in the world. Though Burma is bounded on one side by China, where women are held in contempt, and on the other by India, where they are kept in the strictest seclusion, Burmese women have achieved for themselves, and have been permitted by the men to attain, a freedom of life and action that has no parallel amongst Oriental peoples. Perhaps the secret lies in the fact that the Burmese woman is active and industrious, whilst the Burmese man is indolent and often a recluse.
She knew Nothing of Cycles.
Here is a story for cyclists. At a party on the Scottish Border last autumn, to which many guests rode on their cycles, the hostess made elaborate arrangements for the care of the machines, and a system of ticketing similar to that in use at hotel cloak-rooms was adopted, each cyclist being provided with a check ticket.
The housekeeper was entrusted with the care of the machines and the issuing of the tickets, and as they arrived the machines were carefully stored and labelled so that there should be no difficulty when they were required again.
But the housekeeper was not a cyclist and did not understand the mysteries of the pneumatic tyre. She pinned the labels on to the front tyres of the machines, where they could best be seen, and took good care that the pins were stuck well into the tyres.
The language that was heard when the guests came to take their machines away, was, as may well be supposed, more emphatic than polite.