THIB WISCONSIN FARMER.



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              Y WINKDOW.

                ST Use. 2011.

        I have a window.
  When I counted Its pease a year ego,
  To thseethat asked " What have I havel"
  There looked in a be thUa was pallid with wee,
  And a voice replied, - It is dreadfll here."

  I barred the shutters; I brightened the are;
  I counted no more my window paen:
  mid the wisteres storm and the battle's Ire,
        I counted Instsed,
    How slowly, to Good, cores the balanee of gains.


  On the midnight hour of a later time,
         Came a chime of bells:
    To my barred window there came these belle.
  'Twes the joy of millions beginning to climb
    To a freedom, oh, sweeter than bells, bells, bells.
  November had passed with Its havoc and wraith;
    The earth lay calm In a great repose;
  And my soul was filled with its old-time hith,
         As the Now Year come,
    Trailing its beautiful mantle of mnows.
  Ah, since that day, with my window unbarred,
         What sights and what sounds I
    As, daily, the King In his pomp has passed,
  And nightly, with stars all his canopy starred,
    Till we stand In thla glowing Autumn at laat.
         Oh friends of these years
   That, plan -s we will, have their darkness of days,
   Keep your souls unberred; lean out to the light,
   Lost the fair and the grand of God's wonderful ways
   Find you doubting and blind in the valley of night.

              Speak Gently.

  "G Gentle words are well-springs of joy, in
whose crystal depths are mirrored life-pictures
of gladness." They are like flowers strewn
along our pathway of life to cheer us; like
sun beams shining upon a dark horizon.
  The cup of human trial and sorrow is run-
ning over, and we must all drink of it dome
time in life. Let us bear this in mind, re-
membering that gentle words will calm the
troubled waters and make the contents of the
cup less bitter.
  Be kind to thy sister, for her love is of
priceless value. Speak gently to thy brother,
for his strong arm may shield thee from many



a rough blow in the battle of life. Be nobly
reverent to thy father, for in thy keeping are
3entered many hopes.
With thy mother deal lovingly and tenderly;
she has kindly led thee through the opening
portals of life: lead her as carefully through
Ita closing gates down to the dark valley, and
the remembrance will prove a sweet solace in
later years.
  Speak gently to the child; keep the clouds
away while you can, for they will come soon
enough-too soon for his peace or thine.
  Speak gently to the aged, for their prayers
may help to gain thee an entrance into
Heaven. To the stranger, for ice encrusts
too many hearts already.
  Speak gently to all-all whom thou mayst
meet at home or abroad-in the crowded street
or in the lone by-paths, in the light or dark-
ness, in the sunny arbor of smiles, or the
shadowy vale of tears.
  Speak gently to all, and then listen for
sweet echoes; they will greet thee on every
side, and no other music will be needed, no
softer lullaby of love.
  The angel upon thy loft shoulder will have
little work to do, while the one upon thy right
will keep his silvery pen in motion all the
while, and have no cause to bow his head in
sorrow.                            CIaLIs.
  MILW uAZs, Oct. 8. sI3


          As 1stimable Husband.

   'Want your pickle tub fixed, do you, Mrs.
 Smith. Well, you are always wanting some-
 thing done. If I should attend to all your
 wants our family would soon have to gR to
 the poor house. Think if I were to attend to
 half of them the family would be more com-
 fortable than now, do you? That shows how
 little judgment women have."
   "Jones fixed his wife's pickle tub without
 asking."
   D "ril warrant he did. I have no patience
 with such womens' men as Jones. If his
 wife wants a shelf put up, or a nail drove, or
 a tub fixed, he is in his element. A happy
 woman is she, and he a good husband  She



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