If the pew would practice only one day in the week what the pulpit preaches on Sunday, the Devil would put out all the fires in his settlement and join the angels before Saturday night. The Third House. Yes, they say the Legislature Soon will come along and sit, And for sixty days of wonder We'll behold the likes of it; But with all the mighty glory That around it waves its wings, Don't forget who does the voting Nor the chaps who pull the strings! There's the grave and mighty Senate Full of statesmen wise and great, With profound deliberations Ere they choose to legislate: But with all their stores of wisdom They are slow at doing things, For they only do the voting While the Third House pulls the strings. There's the House, a wondrous body, Full of patriotic souls, Each with ideas that would hurry Up the world as on it rolls; But before they get in action Sober wisdom caution brings, And they only do the voting While the Third House pulls the strings! O, my dear, deluded people! When the statesmen cure your ills, Look around before you honor Those who pass the proper bills! To the fellows you elected There is little glory clings, For they only do the voting While the Third House pulls the strings! To the Third House bring your laurels! There you'll find the wisdom rare, Free to tell the verdant statesmen How to legislate with care; There you'll find the brain and virtue That afar the evil flings: While the others do the voting These delight to pull the strings! Play Ball. In the great orchestra of life, if you can't play the first violin, beat the drum; if you can't beat the drum, pound the triangle; and if you can't contribute anything at all to the music, get in step with it and do the best job of marching in the army of the hopeful-hearted. Sing a Little. When the times are sad with sorrow, Sing a little; Things will brighten up tomorrow, Sing a little; And when all the world is gloomy and the storms around you roar, Then stuff your heart with gladness and just sing a little more! When you meet the bleak Decembers, Sing a little; There's a June each heart remembers, Sing a little; And if winter comes and lingers as he never did before, Think of all the summer blossoms and then sing a little more! If the cares of life oppress you, Sing a little; Joy will gladly come and bless you, Sing a little; And the Love that never wavers shall reward with happy store While your heart is bright with sunshine and you sing a little more! Remembered by Santa Claus. "Well, what did Santa Claus bring you?" inquired Neighbor Jones of Neighbor Smith on Christmas morning.