The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-05-17
Mernlng Star and Catholic Messenger.
ssw ORLEANS, SUNDAY, MAY II. ls74.
JUVENILE COLUMN.
TOO LATEl TOO LATE

There is something not right when you re always os
late,
And you'll never do well in that indolent state
Too late at your work like o suggard you've dozed,
Too late at tho shop for the shutters are closed
Thus you shuttle the time but you don't calculate
The loss you sustain through thus being too late.
Some people through life everlastipgy daily,
There's lazy boy Tim, and that sleepy girl Sally
From each place they're engaged in they're sure to ge
warning
Because they will rise betimes in the morning;
If six is her hour, she slumbers till eight,
And he at his work 10 too often too late.
We purchase a ticket journey to take
For day g recreation to noun tain or lake,
But just miss the train for away it has started.
And friends with dear friends shook hands and
departed;
So we turn from the platform myself and my mate,
Disappointed and vexed at our being too late.
We send out our man with o letter to post
It's an urgent dispatch to some far distant coast;
But he with q friend, they just to the Cup,
And they laugh and they chat and they smoke and
they sup,
And the beer and tobacco muddle his pate.
He forgets all about it until it's too late
Employ well your time, both each hour and each day.
Whilst the moments like shadows passing away;
Be earnest and punctual and try if You can
To be som etimes before hand it is good plan.
Whatever your business, profession or state,
Mark strictly the time, and be not too late.
Many warnings we've all had to tuin and repent,
And begin a new life with q goody intent.
But those shutting words 4 will do it to-morrow.'
VERY often bring trouble and trouble brings sorrow;
For many q one oh, sad to relate!
Has died a sad death through repentipg too late.
THE TWO MICE.
A mouse tired of living in danger and
alarm for the benefit of Madam Sleek, and
Mr.. Fat-consumer who had caused great
havoc among the mice nation, sought a
good thought" said she, "has struck me.
/ read in certain books which have lately
gnawed, of land called India where our
people are better treated and live in more
security than here. In that country the
wise men believe the soul Of mouse to
eral, king, OF wonderful Dervisb, and that
after the mouse's death it can enter the
body of q beautiful lady or great Brahmin.
III remember Alright they call this the
TRANSPORTATION of souls. In this belief
they treat all animals with brotherly at
lection, and hospitals are founded for mice
whom they pension and support as per
sons of merit. Come, sister, let us set
out for this beautiful land where the poll
CIV of the state is such, that justice Is done
to our merit" The neighbor answered
"But, sister, are there not cats who enter
those hospitals IL so, Lhey VIII III d opoi1
time cause many transmigrations: crash
ing of the tooth, blow of the claw, would
make US kings or Brahmine, miracle by
which we would soon disappear" Do
not fear," said the first, "order ls perfect
in that country cats have their honses
as we have ours, and they have also sepa
rate asylums for invalids."
After this conversation our two mice
set out together they embarked on a
vessel that was to make a long voyage,
and on the evening of their departure as
they glided over the cordage, the vessel
themselves on the sea far from the hated
land where cats exercise their tyranny.
The voyage was happy one, they arrived
at Surat not like merchants to collect
wealth, but to be treated well by the In
dams. Scarce had they entered the house
the first places. The one pretended to
have formerly been famous Brahmin, on
the coast of Malabar the other maintain
ed that che had been beautiful, long
cared lady. They became so insolent that
the Indian mice could not tolerate them.
Franks who wished to rule the others in,
stead of being eaten by cats were strangled
by their own sisters.
It is far better to avoid dangers, if one
be not modest and sensible he need go but
a short distance to seek his ruin ; it would
be much better to find it at home.
MAKING THE BEST OF 1T.
Little Minnie, only three years old, to
amuse homesick cousin who was visiting
at her house, brought out her choicest play
things. Among these was a tiny trunk
with bands of gilt paper for straps, very
pretty toy, but Freddie bent the lid too
far back, and broke it off. He did not
mean to do this, and when he saw what
he had done, he was frightened and began
to cry. Then little Minnie, with her own
eyes full of tears, said
"Never mind, Freddie, just see what
cunning little cradle the top will make !"
That was certainly great deal better
than fretting. She made the best of it.