Let us never worry! The birds freely sing In autumn's drear weather As blithe as in spring; They chorus their music In joy's happy tune, And singing and singing Their songs vanish soon. Let us never worry! If short is the life, Whether laughing with music Or weeping with strife; 'Tis the shine of the morning,-- 'Tis late afternoon; Ah, the night-fall is coming And darkness so soon! Little Sermons. Love is the greatest thing in the world, and it carries the world's griefs on its shoulders. If vice were as safe and inexpensive as virtue, heaven would have few candidates for admission. I am always nervous when I meet these self-righteous people. I fear they will demand that I make the world over to fix it good enough for them, and when I fail they will blame me with all their troubles. One Drawback. "Well, did you have a good time Thanksgiving, Uncle Billy?" "Splendid, splendid! All the boys an' gals come home an' brung theyr kids along, an' me an' mother felt twenty years er more younger. An' mother an' the gals got up a spankin' dinner an' we had a plenty of raal fine enjoyment. If it hadn't a-been fer one unfortnit thing, it would a-been mighty nigh perfect." "What was that?" "The crusts to mother's mince-pies all soaked in the bottom, an' she couldn't eat fer grievin' over it!" Signs of Winter. Winter's comin', fellers! Blizzards soon'll blow! Cotton all is gethered,-- Money spent, ye know! Ole Thanksgivin's over,-- Weather's so and so, Kids a-lookin' Christmas Everywhayre ye go! Keep Them Alive. Keep Hope alive! Though failure comes Adown life's varied stream, Behold, joy beats her mighty drums And brave men toil and dream! Keep Faith alive! Though evil strays Across the paths you tread, Yet Goodness blesses all your ways,-- The living and the dead! Keep Love alive! Though burdens press And crush with anguish sore, Sweet Love shall crown with happiness The sad heart evermore! Little Sermons. Nothing takes a man down so much as to contrast what he is with what he meant to be. Some people are so sure they are going to miss hell in the hereafter that they proceed to make as much as possible while in this world. We don't know what Satan's steady occupation is, but if all reports are true he must saw lots of wood in order to keep up the fires in his settlement all the year 'round. The Christmas Fiddles. I. Tune up the Christmas fiddles! There's happiness about, And willing fingers waiting to coax the music out! There's music in the valley, there's music on the plain, And music in the measures of happy sun and rain; Then fix your fiddles, fellers! The music fond and sweet Is waiting,--waiting ever,--the music of the feet! II.