1st. 
A shade came o'er that manly brow 
That brow so calm and clear 
And now, to drown his deep remorse 
He's gone to drinking Beer 
2nd 
He left his gay associates 
He seeks not pleasure now 
But all alone he wanders forth 
With that shade upon his brow 
3rd. 
We watched him as he sat alone 
He groaned, he gasped, he sighed 
The mystery at once was solved 
He had his eyebrows dyed 
B 
(No title) 
Long and earnestly did the poor sewing girl toil for the scanty reward which
was to 
requite her labor. 
Wearily her eyelids droop, and with difficulty can her fingers perform their
duty. 
The needle seems larger and heavier than ever before, yet her spirit is strong
and 
active. 
No stimulant is needed there for a bright vision stands constantly before
it cheering 
her forward in the path of duty, steep and rugged though it might be. 'Soon'

thought she 'will my days of cheerless labor be past and then can I enter
on my 
life's day-dream. Then may I seek the fountain of knowledge, and drink deep
of its 
life giving waters'. 
The days flew quickly by, and she was permitted to enter on the bright-ideal
which 
had ever been present in her waking and sleeping hours. But were her bright-

visions of happiness fulfilled? Rich indeed was the pleasure she found in
study, but 
there was something which was wanting, for 'True happiness is found in God

alone'. 
The prettiest lining for a bonnet is a smiling face. 
 
Wages-the sweet oil with which human machinery is greased.