Sometimes, with twilight round me, I see (or seem to see) A distant shore where friends of yore Linger and watch for me; Sometimes I've heered 'em callin' So tenderlike 'nd low That it almost seemed like a dream I dreamed, Or an echo of long ago; An' sometimes on my forehead There falls a soft caress, Or the touch of a hand--you understand-- I'm gettin' on, I guess. MINNIE LEE. Writing from an Indiana town a young woman asks: "Is the enclosed poem worth anything?" We find that the poem is as follows: She has left us, our own darling-- And we never more shall see Here on earth our dearly loved one-- God has taken Minnie Lee. Her heart was full of goodness And her face was fair to see And her life was full of beauty-- How we miss our Minnie Lee! But her work on earth is over And her spirit now is free She has gone to live in heaven-- Shall we weep for Minnie Lee? Would we call our angel darling Back again across the sea? No! but sometime up in heaven We will meet loved Minnie Lee. To the question as to whether this poem is worth anything we chose to answer in verse as follows: Sweet poetess, your poetry Is bad as bad can be, And yet we heartily deplore The death of Minnie Lee. It would have pleased us better If, in His wisdom, He Had taken you, sweet poetess, Instead of Minnie Lee. Your turn will come, however, And swift and sure 'twill be If you continue sending Your rhymes on Minnie Lee. From this we hope you will gather A dim surmise that we Don't take much stock in poems Concerning Minnie Lee. LIZZIE. I wonder ef all wimmin air Like Lizzie is when we go out To theaters an' concerts where Is things the papers talk about. Do other wimmin fret and stew Like they wuz bein' crucified-- Frettin' a show or a concert through, With wonderin' ef the baby cried? Now Lizzie knows that gran'ma's there To see that everything is right, Yet Lizzie thinks that gran'ma's care Ain't good enuf f'r baby, quite; Yet what am I to answer when She kind uv fidgets at my side, An' every now and then; "I wonder ef the baby cried?" Seems like she seen two little eyes A-pinin' f'r their mother's smile-- Seems like she heern the pleadin' cries Uv one she thinks uv all the while; An' she's sorry that she come, 'An' though she allus tries to hide The truth, she'd ruther stay to hum Than wonder ef the baby cried. Yes, wimmin folks is all alike-- By Lizzie you kin jedge the rest. There never was a little tyke, But that his mother loved him best, And nex' to bein' what I be-- The husband of my gentle bride-- I'd wisht I wuz that croodlin' wee, With Lizzie wonderin' ef I cried. OUR LADY OF THE MINE.