One held his nose, one shut his eyes, one turned away; And all among themselves began aloud to say, "Detested creature!" "He pollutes the earth and air!" "His eyes are blear!" "His ears are foul! " "His ribs are bare!" “In his torn hide there's not a decent shoe-string left!" "No doubt the execrable cur was hung for theft!" Then Jesus spake, and dropped on him this saving wreath,"Even pearls are dark before the whiteness of his teeth!" The pelting crowd grew silent and ashamed, like one Alger's Eastern Poetry. THE ANGEL. There wanders daily through the land A lady fair to see, With beaming smile and open hand, And look of high degree; And, if her face has once been scanned, "Twill ne'er forgotten be. She dries the mourner's bitter tears, And, when the soul is filled with fears, She gently binds the broken heart, She points beyond the tempter's dart, A ministering angel, meant Our guard and guide to be, Whose name with holy thoughts is blent; The greatest of the three Whom God to earth in mercy sent, That name is CHARITY. Kate Cameron. THE THREE. I see, beneath a wintry sky, |