A MISTAKE.

“ But don’t you, my dear sir, get tired, at all?”
“O, no! I keep walking from spring until fall,
And during the winter, through ice and through snow,
The more happy am I, the farther I go
Toward the place where the tracks come together.

“Some days it is weary and dreary to walk,
With no one to listen, nor even to talk ;
But when nobody’s talking I walk at my best,
And although I’m not tired, Pll have a good rest
In the place where the tracks come together.

“Now I must hurry, or Pll never get there ;
My time is so short that I don’t even dare
To stop for a moment. Good-by, sir,” said he ;
And so he trudged onward, as blithe as a bee,
Toward the place where the tracks come together.

I wonder if e’er I shall meet him again —
This little old man with his little cracked brain ?
T have ne’er seen him since, but (I can’t tell you why)
I know I shall meet him some day in the sky,
In the place where all tracks come together.
James Walter Smith.

 

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A MISTAKE:

AID the needle, “ I’ve swallowed a thread,’
And forthwith he set up a cry;
But the pin on the cushion, she laughingly said,

“ Now surely, that’s all in your eye.”
Mrs. J. T. Greenleaf.