O, my brother, don't you worry! Up and down this world we go Where the summer brings the blossoms and the winter brings the snow; But it's spring the wide world over as through life we push along If the heart is full of music and we sing the sunshine song! Little Sermons. In a glad smile from a clean heart there was never room for evil to find a place to plant a suggestion of wrong doing. It may be wrong for some folks to dance, but the devil would rather have some people talk about their neighbors a minute than to dance a whole week. They can do so much better job at it. The Lights of Home. I. Heave ho the anchor, laddies! The ocean rolls before; We'll climb the waves undaunted and search the far off shore; We'll breast the angry breakers that on the beaches comb And sail, ah, sail, my hearties, for harbor-lights of home! II. 'Tis far the ships have drifted across the booming seas; 'Tis far our sails have darkened with toils and agonies; 'Tis far that youth has wandered where life's deep sorrows come But ho, my lads, we're sailing for harbor-lights of home! III. Beyond the raging tempest, beyond the waves that roar, There waits the peaceful harbor and lights upon the shore; And when the voyage ceases, beyond the farthest foam We'll anchor there forever 'neath habor-lights of home! IV Then weigh the anchor, laddies! The ship of life shall sail Once more to youth's glad mornings and joys that never fail; No matter how the weather, how far the course may roam, There always shines a welcome in harbor-lights of home! Caught on the Fly. Life is a great university, but it offers no post-graduate course for its pupils. Prejudice plays the fool, when mere lack of sense would be the highest wisdom. Too many people forsake praising God for the pleasures they have in order to pray for trouble they haven't. However you may shape things up, there is more down fool prejudice about politics than anything else in this world except Mormonism and religion. One of the strangest things in the economies of this world is that the poor people who need money never have it and the rich people who don't need it have more than they can use. "When the Campaign Liar Quits." When the hurrah days are over And the ballots all are cast, There's perchance a tinge of sadness, Over glories that are past; But we have our compensations; For no matter how it flits There's a joy that beats unbounded When the campaign liar quits! While the red fire and the rockets Fill the skies with rosy glare, There's a kind of inspiration In the shouts and music there; But we pass it up with gladness And contentment on us sits, When the ballots all are counted And the campaign liar quits!