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Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 8, Issue 26, 29 March 1907, Page 8

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Written as an Echo to the above Poem, Poor lone one, dejected one, Could’st thou but know What thousands admire Your “ Beautiful Snow.” Itperhnps might a soothing, A cordial impart, And blunt the keen edge Of remorse in thine heart. Poor, frail, erring sister, Oh, many there be, That (had’st thou but lived) Would have comforted thee. But the fiat went forth From the King on his throne, And with power, yet in love, Whispered " Daughter come homo.” You believed in the Saviour, Regretted your sin, And the germ of salvation Was stirring within, When you wrote with such pathos The “Beautiful Snow,” And felt like an outcast With nowhere to go. Oh 1 sad was thy fate And gloomy thy lot, And when the snow falls Thou wilt not be forgot. We will hope and believe At your desolate end, The Saviour was husband, And brother, and friend, That the vital spark fled To a mansion of rest, And “ The Beautiful Snow” In blessing was blest. Oh ! daughters, more favoured, Oh 1 sisters, and wives, Respected and loved, Leading virtuous lives, Cast not the first stone As the fallen pass by, 4 ‘ They are well kept whom God keeps,” You have help from on high. Rejoice, and be thankful You are what you are, While you move in your sphere Like a beautiful star. FATHER ANDSON AT THE CIRCUS. Gorgeous plumes nodded in the street, the elephant marched with awkward tread, and the painted young lady in airy costume rode in the lion’s den. The circus had come. The Rev. Mr, Mulkittle stood at the gate and looked at the “ grand aggregation,” and his son eagerly requested him to enter. Mr. Mulkittle promised him he would take him in the evening. When evening came he was in a perfect flutter of excitement, and when tin •‘mammoth steam piano” began u, squeal he could no longer restrain himself but cried in impatience at bis father’s seeming unconcern. When they entered the menagerie the boy was so bewildered by curiosities that he scarcely knew which way to turn. “This is a Bengal tiger,” said Mr. Mulkittle. “There is a sacred ox, and here we have a leopard. Here is a sea lion.” “What makes him cough so much?’ asked the boy. “He is not coughing. That’s hi? natural outcry.” “I thought he’d stayed in the wan; till he caught cold. What is that ?” “Tlmt is a rhinoceros,” “That’s a tapir,” said a man with : red SiV-t, loaning on an iron rod. “ Are you sure ?’J asked Mr. Mulkit ! ■ not enjoying the correction. “Ought to know, podner ; been a.-,, , ’em for a long time.” “ I shall not discuss it with you.” “ That’s a lion.” The boy stood for a moment arm gazed in fascination at the beast. “ Is that the kinder lion that Samson killed?”—“Yes, that’s the kind.” “ Do“you think Samson coulder killed this one ?”—“ Oh, yes.” “And if he waster kill him, would he rind honey in him r”—“ No.” “ How came him to find honey in the one he killed ?”—“ Because the Lord put it there.” “ Well, couldn’t the Lord put it in this one?” —“Yes, He could.” “ Why don’t he, then ?’ —“ I don’t know.” Why ?”—“ Because I don’t; that’s why. Now hush,” “ Was the lion’s den that Daniel was thrown in like this ?”—“ I don’t know what kind of a den it was, but they are the same kind of lions.” “ I bet if Daniel waster go in there they’d chaw him ; don’t you?”—“Not if the Lord was with him.” “ The Lord could make’em tuck their tails and scoot, couldn’t Pie?”—Hush, sir, or I’ll take you home. Do you hear me ? Come on,” he continued, as the band with a loud burst began to play. They went into the circus pavilion, and secured seats. “ Quit that,” he exclaimed, turning to a boy who had pinched him. “ Don’t you pinch me again.” “ I will if I want to. Do you dare me'?” and he pinched him again. Young Mulkittle reached around him, and caught the insulter by the hair, and an exciting scuffle ensued. A policeman rushed to the scene, seized Mr. Mulkittle, who was trying to separate the boys, and exclaimed : “ Come on here. F ine man, to get twe boys fighting. Had my eye on you fiy some time.” “Turn me loose I I’m a minister.” “ Fine minister! I’ve sized you up Come on,” and he hustled Mr. Mulkittle from his seat, shoved him through the crowd out into the open air, so quickly that the boy lost sight of his father, and would have cried out in alarm, but just then the, clown began to sing about somebody in the “garden where the praties grow.” Next morning Mr. Mulkittle received a note from the executive committee of the church, which read : —“ We understand that you attended the circus, got drunk, got two boys into a fight, and then tried to whip a policeman. Please inform as when you will be ready to submit to an mvestigation.”