WHEN I and Betsey married first, We both was very poor; When work was very scarce, sometimes The wolf got near the door. And Betsey said: “Let’s buy some hens— “The papers say ‘it will pay’; “I think you had better look around “And buy the kind that lay.” I bought a dozen plymouth hens And put them in a pen; When Betsy went and looked, she found An egg for every hen. “Whoopee! I know just what to do; “I’ll buy a dozen more— “And when we get that many eggs, “We are not so very poor.” We raised a hundred hens that year; Next year, three hundred more— And Betsy, with a knowing wink, Said, “We have struck it, sure.” We don’t care much what kind we have— There’s not much in a name; If people treat their chickens right, They “shell out” just the same. We have eleven hundred now, Blue, yellow, black and white; And Betsy says: “Old man, I think “They are mixed up now just right.” And late, like in the evening We get our baskets off their pegs, And “hike out” in the chicken yard To gather in the eggs. We ship two cases every day; Oh, my! but aint it funny? I sit around and read the news, And Betsy counts the money. Discontent. THE Human family is restless and discontented; constantly in quest of something, and know not what that something is. There is an aching void in the mind, which men are constantly seeking to satisfy, and very many remedies have been tried and failed. Some have tried great wealth and it has failed; some have tried great learning, and it has failed; some have tried fame, and it has failed; some have resorted to strong drink, and it has failed; also, many other things have been tried to satisfy that void and failed. Man is out of his element, consequently unhappy. Take a fish out of the water and it will perish and die, because it is out of its element. Man was created for peace and harmony with his God. When he had violated the law and was put out of the Garden, he lost his element; hence this restless, unhappy condition. Now, he may be represented as being blind—in utter darkness, in quest of something and knows not what it is. But God, in His Great Mercy, has put a remedy within our reach; an efficient antidote is prepared and brought to your door, and not only so, but It knocks and asks admission; It comes in the person of a gentle, loving Spirit, whispering in accents of pity: “Oh! come to me, and find rest”; ever, ever calling, calling: “Believe, on me, and find peace.” That dear Holy Ghost comes to your pillow at night. “Oh! trust in Me and I will restore you to your proper element; believe in Me and I will drive away all this restless discontent”. Our fathers and mothers, in their day, heard and obeyed this same loving call, and found peace, by being placed in their native element—peace with God.