The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-03-29
VERSES OF THE DAY.

When Grandma Was % Littio Girl Like Mo.
She said there was grea' big lovely orchard,
An everywhere, as far Us you could see,
just grass an trees all full of fruit a-growin'
When grandma was u little girl like me.
She sad there was n lot OF little Dummies.
An she tcllod us just how tame they used 10
Eatin lettuce leaves an clover from her I'm
gers,
When grandma was q little girl like mo
An pigs she said, an cats. an littlo chclscns.
All u norful dog at barked Tremendously,
An u cunning little calf down in tho PASTURE
When grandma was little girl like me
She had some grca' big bruvvers an a sister.
An baby, Just toenty tonty wee,
little bit o. 6R o. DIT o. baby,
Cause grandma wa 'n'ta only child-lil,e mo
An 'cn she tclled us all about &c attic
Where all q little children used to play
An lots o room TO run around an hollcr
When 1t raincd outside tho whole long, living
day.
1t must a !cen just lovely there to graudma's,
The city S just IS different rs can be;
guess 1t was great deal more like Heaven
When ErandmG was 4 little girl like mo-
Grace ID. Goodwin, in N. y. independent
n Chlckeu-Show Reflection.
The air was filled with caci,ing as I walked the
garden through,
And gazcd upon the ROSTERS with their cocia
doodlcdoo
And listened 10 the wyandottes ana all the
poultry crew.
saw the bird the Frenchman loves as pate de
foic gras.
saw the festive fighting cock delighting in his
scar,
And little birds that when they're broIlcd OK
tremcly juicy nrc.
had the bliss OF gazing the bantam smar
and proud:
Before n pouter-pigeon with the populacc !
bowed;
In singing praise to turkeys, too Joined the
madding crowd.
raved o'cr many bird that wore great spurs
upon his legs:
went in raptures over fluffy chicks in slat-
barred kegs;
1 viewed with Joy the Cochin and her Cochin
China eggs;
But not bird in all the show. OF oil there were
TO see,
Not one was quite pleasing, or SO useful unto
me,
AS is an eagle that own, an eagle oh SO wee,
1t is an eagle circular, no feathers has II got.
But II can fly with speed that's sure TO dis ancc
oil the lot.
1t is an eagle made OF gold fresh from, tho mint.
John KendricS Bangs, in Harrer's Weekly.
Coming Back.
Coming back TO my home,
That is dcarcr than ever;
To the strong and the beautiful lies
That no fortune can sever,
Coming back to tho love
or the dear ones that miss me;
me dariinGs so dear to my hear:
That Will welcome and kiss me
Coming back TO the warmth
OF my childrcn's caresscs;
To the iirclight and home light that cheer
While il comforts and blesscs
Coming back to the place
Where deception ncer fingers;
Where truth wcayes the web OF our life
With delicate fingers.
Coming back to Sweet home"
With its cares and pleasures;
a spot that would not exchange
For cart1's richest treasures
Mrs nj. "a kiddcr, in \. Y. Ledger.
The Fellow Who Means What uo save.
There is one whom you ever may trust
AS you travel DER life's varied vays
VINO Will strive 10 be honest and just
He's the fellow who means what he saya
He is not one TO lead you astray;
On his word you may always depend;
When he owes, he is sure TO repay,
Ana he never goes back friend.
What he scOrns TO the last is the lie;
What he holds TO his heart is the truth:
All temptation he we'll may defy
Who will keep to this rule in his youth
To be true-all is thereto be truel
You will find in the end that 1t paws;
search your heart. and be certain that you
Are the fellow who means what he says
George Birdscye. in Golden Days
Gratitude.