"When I die," continued Sooner Dave, "I want a frying pan chiseled on my tomb-stone; for it has been the sole companion of the truest happiness I have known in this world. And if over in the next world there is a chance to choose one's crown after the style and finish the wearer may desire, I am going to take my faithful old frying pan along and wear it for a few thousand years just to show the angels how much a man can appreciate good things!" The Quest. What matters bog or bramble of delay,-- The mountain slope or shore of ocean reeds? Pursue thy goal! Thy feet shall find the way Unerringly where thy One Vision leads! To the World! I. To the world! To the world! Let us carol its song, Let us conquer its grief and the wrath of its wrong, Till the lilt of its laughter shall sweeten the sod With the joys of the skies and the gladness of God! II. To the world! To the world! Where the gleam hides the gloom And the lilies of love on the battle-fields bloom,-- Where the light of the longing lies low on the stream, And the soul seeks the crown of his dream,--of his dream! III. To the world! To the world! To the world that we know With its sunlights of love and its shadows of woe,-- To the world lifted up, lifted far to His face, And the mercy that dwells in His bountiful grace! IV. To the world! To the world! It has beautiful years With the pleasurers of peace and the turmoil of tears, And wherever the feet wander fainting or far Every day is a sun, every night is a star! V. To the world! O, the world! Ah, the fruits of its soil From the gardens of love drive the terrors of toil, And the sins that embitter us leave us and then We shall stand in His presence perfected of men! The Glory Train. Yondah stan's de gospel station Whar de railroad runs away Foh de house ob many mansions Ober at de judgment day! Bettah git a move on, sinnah! Doan't yuh let yoh folks detain! Hurry up an' git yuh ticket Foh de glory train! It's on time an' sho'lly comin' Wid on measu'hed powah, Wid the ingine flames a-spoutin' Moah dan fohty miles an houah! Doan't yuh stan' dar jes' a-foolin'! Wid de judgment on yoh brain! Hurry up an git yoh ticket Foh de glory train! Preachah say yuh have ter hurry, 'Case de kyars go whizzin' by,-- Ef yuh want ter check yoh baggage Foh de mansions high; Bid farewell ter ebery pleasuah, An' de bad wo'ld's burnin' pain; Hurry up an' git yoh ticket Foh de glory train! There are many dainties that hold attractions for the epicure, but in the strenuous times of campaign struggles they all give way to "pie." The Bright Day.