That Vashti lay aside her crown, Thy Queen no more to be."
She heard again the King's command, And left her high estate;Strong in her earnest womanhood, She calmly met her fate, And left the palace of the King, Proud of her spotless name- A woman who could bend to grief, But would not bow to shame.
THANK GOD FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.
Thank God for little children, Bright flowers by earth's wayside, The dancing, joyous lifeboats Upon life's stormy tide.
Thank God for little children;When our skies are cold and gray, They come as sunshine to our hearts, And charm our cares away.
48 THANK GOD FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.
I almost think the angels, Who tend life's garden fair, Drop down the sweet wild blossoms That bloom around us here.
It seems a breath of heaven Round many a cradle lies, And every little baby Brings a message from the skies.
Dear mothers, guard these jewels.
As sacred offerings meet, A wealth of household treasures To lay at Jesus' feet.
THE MARTYR OF ALABAMA.
"Tim Thompson, a little negro boy, was asked to dance for the amusement of some white toughs. He refused, saying he was a church member. One of the men knocked him down with a club and then danced upon his prostrate form. He then shot the boy in the hip. The boy is dead; his murderer is still at large."--News Item.
He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil trace.
It was when tender memories Round Beth'lem's manger lay, (49)
