The Newtown bee., 1900-04-06
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The Home Circle. ST PETERS MISTAKE,
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 St Peter stood at the golden gate. One Sunday morning of recent date, And said to Gabriel lounging near, "How feartully few the arrivals herei How sadly seldom a ticket Is seen; In thirty days pve punched fifteen. How soreeches the gate as 1t inward sWing' !! The keys are bunch ot old rusty things If 'tisn't used, the neglected road To the realm ot bliss will have to be moved; i; Tn, tact, unless more travele' stop. fear we may have to shut up shop" Now Gabriel knew what the matter was; And thinking he had better explain the cause. Remarked, 'Let me have word beg Then changed his weight to the other leg, And IaiC one wing on the picket fence, And said, .'Fact is, that n residen @ On earth is made so attractive now. And cheap and easy as not to allow Of any temptation to visit heaven Such novel joys to mortals as given They fly over earth on wings Of fire. And under the sea they talk on wire, And old Broadway is lighter, they say, Than the radiant loft where our harpers play They have no slaves declare 'tis wrong don't see how they can get along. They have one wife that's overdone.
 For you an6- have nery one;
 For the smallest coin I'm told, The poor folks ride in chariots Of gold; Their phonograph bottled Inc voice last year Ot a D lrson that last week got up here. Their commerce measures the planets girth And fetches fruit from the ends Of the earth; While here no Improvements method the l same
 As years gone by, when you and came; The same old gra ss, the same old gates. The same old croon ot the same old mates, The same old speech to the folEs sent down The same old halo, the same old crown, The same old sermon, the same old prayers The same old hymns up the same old stairsi All things exactly as they were then, And will be world without>end. Amen The worst ot it, Peter, IS this, you know, That ali the inventors have gone below, And taken their traps, tools. jlggers, and things
 Tn ir dynamos, wheels, and sprockets and rings'
 Their graphs and meters and scopes and phones, For m' assuring molecules, spectra and tones And that with these and machines in accord, The lost one seek their simple reward;
 Machines that swift as lightning run; Machines that paint with the brush the sun Machines that il y with splendid cars: Machines that measure and weigh ths sta! 8 Machines that laugh and talk and sing; Machines that are up to everything;
 With those to instruct, insist beguile, They've il xed up hell in first-rate style" l Ho, hol" said Peter, 'My friend, guess If worst comesto worst, that we can progress If these inventors such miracles do, What flinders our having machinery too? For you remember I've often said, That competitions the life of trade. They've stuffed you anu fooled you. though, about The sun as an artist, I've no doubt; And he that tells of talk on wire
 l venture to guess that IT ans a liar.
 But we might try with possible gain, The anesthetlcs that conquer pain. carpet sweeper in place Of broom; A sewing machine and & patent loom; Electric cars with velvet seats;
 A sweeping machine for the golden streets A gas retort tor our light and fire;
 And an organ back of the harper's choir, I'll change my plans and stop to-day
 The first contrapti"n that comes this way" A space was gateman Cab. iel mute,
 Then shifted his weight to the other foot, And shading his eye with his dexter ng, l
 On single leg 1t is hopping along,
 withouHa bridle or bit or thong, l With a double head and 6 crooked neck, And some one adrift on the upper deck;
 Perhaps you can tell-Im hanged if can" That moment the stranger, silent as fate, Dismounted in front Of the golden gate; He said, Good morning." and wiped his brow And added, "I am sorry now
 Your way IS so narrow and crooked and hard I didn't take spin on the oulevari. l hear that all the way down and back, They've got lovely asp alum track" "Good morning." said Peter, "Is that mill Or curious beast you rode up the hill?" The visitor answered, "The torge's birth, bicycle popular on ea1th." l Anal" good Peter replied. "that's queer. We're introducing improvements here. This horse Is something that ought to be tried If you like I'll take him and go inside. .'Yo1 do me proud. ." said the tourist grim, As he thought "Chis makes me solid wit1 him." And Peter seizing the handle straight, Dragged the thing in and closed the gate. They waited aud chatted, the two outside, And wished they coald see the novice f1de. They heard approving applause. and then Encouraging cries ot "try 1t again"
 The heavenly choir that sung so low,
 Went skipping to an allegro: | They heard naught else for an hour or so. Then the gate wide open swung.
 And to that hapless bicycle, chung
 A battered angel, who gave it a shove,
 But seemed so lame he could hardly move; Two teeth were gone, bruised was his head, One ear hung by single shred,
 His wings were mussed, his legs were bare As piper's. there was grass in his hair;
 He shed no tears, but heaved a sigh,
 And cast on the stranger ruetul eye,
 Then merely said with lordly miSn,
 "You goto hell with your old machine." | -tThe Messenger.
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