The age-herald., 1901-10-20
A DAYS WAGE.

 By Mrs sangster.
 Love wore a suit of hodden gray,
 And toiled within the fields all day.
 Love yielded pick and carried pack
 And bent to heavy loads the back.
 Though meagre fed and sorely lashed
 The only wage Love ever asked, A ohild's wan face to kiss at night, womans smile by candle-light. WHEN THE COWS COME HOME. By Agnes B. Mitchell. With klingle klangle, klingIe.
 Way down the duty dingle The COWS are coming home; NOW sweet and clear, and faint and low, The airy tinklings come and go, Like chimings from some far-off tower, | Or patterings of an April shower That makes the daisies grow
 Rolling, ko-lang, ko- klingle-lingle,
 Way down the darkening dingle | The COWS come slowly home | With jingle, Jangle. jingle,
 Soft sounds that sweetly mingle. The cows are coming home; | Nadine, and Pearl, and Florimel, Dekamp Redrose. and Gretchen schell, | Queen Bess and sylph, and spangled Sue, Across the fields I hear loo-oo,
 And clang her silver bell, Go-ling go-lang, golingerlingle, With faint, far sounds that mingle, The cows come slowly home; And mother-songs of long-gone years, And baby joys, and childish fears And youthful hopes, and youthful fears. When the COWS come home. With ringle, rangle, ringle. By twos and three and single, The cows are coming home. Through the violet air we see the town, And the summer sun a-slipping down; The maple in the hazel glade Throws down the path a longer shade, And the hills are growing brown. To-ring. to-rang, toringleringle, By threes and fours and single. The cows come slowly home. The same sweet sound of worthless psalm, The same sweet June-day rest and calm, The same sweet scent of bud and balm, When the cows come home. With tinkle, tankie, tinkle Through fern and periwinkle, The cows are coming home. A-loitering in the checkered stream, Where the sun-rays dance and gieam, Starine, Peachbloom, and Phoebe Phyllis Stand knee-deep in the creamy lilies In the drowsy stream,
 To-link to-link, tolinklelini1Ie. Ger banks and buttercups a-twinkle. The cows come slowly home; And up through memory's deep racine Come the brooks old song and its old-
 time sheen,
 And the crescent of the silver queen, When the COWS come home. With a kllngle. klange, klingle, With loo-oo and moo-oo, and jingle, The cows are coming home;
 And over there on Merlin hill, Hear the piaintiye cry of the whippoor-
 will; The dewdrops lie on the tangled vines, And over the poplars Venus shines; And over the silent mill,
 Rolling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle, With a ting-a-ling and jingle, The cows come slowly home. Let down the bars, let In the train Of long-gone songs, and flowers, and rain;
 For dear old times come back again When the cows come home. CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. By Alfred Tennyson. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward. All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
 Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the gunsl' he said; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
 "Forward, the Light Brigader Was there a man dismayed?. Not though the soldiers knew
 Someone had -blundered; Nas Theirs not to make reply, Theirs but to do and die; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them. Cannon to left of theem, Cannon in front of them volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode, and well; Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of he'll Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare. Flashed as they turned In air, Sabering the gunners there. Charging an army, while All the world wondered; Plunged in the battery-smoke, Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian
 Reeled from the sabre-stroke, Shattered and sundered.
 Then they rode back-but not
 Not the six hundred.
 Cannon to right of them.
 Cannon to left of them,
 Cannon behind them
 volleyed and thundered:
 Stormed at with shot and shell,
 While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well
 Back from the mouth of hell
 All that was left of them,
 Left of the six hundred.
 
 When can their glory fade?
 O the wild charge they madet
 All the world wondered.