With noble zeal, the doctor’s help, And support from the patient’s friends, Reason returns, the strength’s restored, And the sick man’s condition mends. Thru all the trials in her work, The nurse must wear a smile serene, The patient may rave, scold and swear, No frown upon her face is seen. The splendid self control she shows, Is worthy of the highest praise, May Heaven grant well earned reward, And fill her life with happy days. A SWEET DISPOSITION. Brave deeds have been done and glory oft won, By the heroic and strong; Their lives they have braved and thousands have saved, And well they are praised in song. The soldiers who fight for country and right, And often suffer great pain, Deserve the applause of friends of the cause, That they ventured their lives to gain. The active and brave, on land and on wave, We praise for every good deed; The skill they’ve acquired, is warmly admired, And people bid them God speed. But there’s a small class, that none can surpass, In whatever condition, ’Tis those who are blest, with love in the breast, And a sweet disposition. For such is reserved and richly deserved, The best love our hearts can give; For we feel quite sure, the sweetest are pure, And the best people that live. ’Tis the warmest love that comes from above, That fits for its high mission, The heavenly face abounding in grace, And a sweet disposition. Happy is the mind to virtue inclined, That can one’s temper control, And never show wrath, no matter who hath Grave insults offered its soul. ’Tis sound common sense and brings recompense, To be patient and be good; His mind must be strong, that never goes wrong, And always does as he should. Great is the delight in knowing one’s right, In every position, And happy and rife, is the journey thru life, With a sweet disposition. THE SCOW RACE. There were twenty scows in the fleet, Waiting at Detroit for a breeze, They were bound to have a fine meet, Under the rule--go as you please. They were all bound for Anchor Bay At the north end of Lake St. Clair, About thirty-five miles away, And quickly reached when winds are fair. “A sail ahoy,” a sailor cried, I see her coming round the bend, The wind is from the starboard side, And seems to give her a fair send. “All hands on deck, unlash dem sails, Jus see de Foam she’s caught the breeze, Heave dat anchor, come on, you gales, We’ll beat de Foam wid greatest ease. “Hoist de foresail, shake out dem reefs, We need all de breeze dat’s comin, Mind your Cap’in we’re not all chiefs, We’ll soon have de ole scow hummin.