The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1875-05-06

The reading last Friday night wa
largely attended, by a well-behaved aud
ence. DIR. A. B. Monahan, the Presiden
was in the chair. and we were appointe
secretary. None of the regular reader
were prepared except Ira Sternbergel
who read a couple of pieces, and rea'
them well. Volunteers were called fol-
and after some urging Miss Mary Mes
senger read a short piece of poetry w
read the following, which we happened
to have in our pocket:
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
And the little ones gather around me,
To bid me good night and be kissed;
Oh, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in a tender embrace!
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my faeel
And when they are gone sit dreaming
of my childhood, too lovely to last;
OF love that my heart will rem member,
When it wakes to the pulse of the past.
Ere the world and its wickedness made me
A partner of sorrow and sin;
When the glory of God was about me,
And the glory of gladness within.
Oh. my heart grows weak as woman's,
And the foun tains of feeling will flow,
When 1 think of the paths steep and stony,
Where the feet of the dear ones must go,
Ofthe mountains of sin hanging DER them.
Ofthe tempest of Fate blowing wild;
Oh! there is nothing on earth half SO holy
As the innocent heart of a ehildi
They are idols OF hearts and of households,
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His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still CLEANS in. their eyes;
Ohlthose truants from home and from heaven,
They have made me more manly and mild
And know how Jesus could liken
The Kingdom of God TO a child.
ask not a life for the dear ones,
All radiant, as others have done,
But that life may have just enough shadow
To temper the glare of the sun;
1 would pray God to guard them from evil,
But my prayer would bound back to myself;
All! a seraph may pray for a sinner,
But a sinner must pray for himself.
The twig is easily bended,
have banished the rule and the rod;
Ihave taught them the goodness acknowledge
They have taught me the goodness of God;
My heart is a dungeon of darkness,
Where l shut them from breaking rule;
My frown is sufficient correction;
My love is the law of the school.
shall leave the old house in the autumn,
To traverse its threshold no more;
All how shall sigh for the dear ones,
That meet me each morn at the doorl
1 shall miss the ''good nights" and the kisses,
And the gush of their innocent glee,
The groups on the green and the flowers
That are brought every morning to me-.
1 shall miss them at morn and at eve,
Their song in the school and the street;
shall miss the low hum of their voices,
And the tramp of their delicate feet.
When the lessons and tasks all ended,
And death says, ''The school is dismissed!'
May the little ones gather around me,
To bid me good night and be kissed.
T. L. Hughes jr. and DR.. Williams also
olunteered and read some good pieces
he following persons were present and
olunteered to read on Friday night of
his week: Eben Jones, Nellie Messen-
er, DR.. Williams and lone Jones.
Come out. There will be no disap- |
ointment this week.