tains softly about the wintry world; and weaving the many colored iris, that seraph's zone of the sky whose warp is the raindrop of earth, whose woof is the sunbeam of heaven, all checkered over with celestial flowers by the mystic hand of refraction—still always it is beautiful, that blessed life-water. No poison bubbles on its brink; its form brings no sadness or murder; no blood stains its limpid glass; broken-hearted wives, pale widows and starving children shed no tears in its depths; no drunkard's shrieking ghost from the grave curses it in the words of eternal despair-beautiful, pure, blessed and glorious, forever the same, sparkling, pure water!"

Beautiful Water

ATER is ever changing; it is the "poetry of mo

it; it floats in the clouds and falls to earth again in refreshing showers. To him that hath eyes and ears it speaks a varied language. It patters on the roof, it bubbles in the spring, it gushes in the streamlet, it splashes in the pool, it sings in the mountain brook, it dances in the cascades, it laughs in the cataract, it ripples in the lake, it weeps in the storm, it surges in the sea and roars in the ocean. It has been the world's music since the dawn of creation, and will be until the end of time on earth.

In the geysers water seethes, boils, hisses, spouts and plays all sorts of whimsical tricks. In the glaciers, icebergs and snowy peaks of the mountains it is wondrously beautiful. It haloes the moon, paints the hues of the rainbow and sunsets and forms the beauties of the mystic

cloud land. With the frost crystals it draws fantastic pictures on the window panes, and its frozen dewdrops sparkle like diamonds in the light of the early morning. Aided by the south wind and sunshine, it makes the grass grow, the flowers bloom and the trees to bud and bear fruit. With the north wind it covers the trees with silvery coats of ice, and with the snow crystals it weaves old Mother Earth a new white dress, in which she appears pure and innocent, although she has drunk the blood of many of her sons in battle; and it furnishes skating and sleighing for those who delight in outdoor recreations.

As this beautiful, working force of Nature flows gracefully down the river to the sea it furnishes water power which is utilized in promoting our commercial enterprises; when heated into steam it turns the wheels that move the world along in its rush for supremacy, both in times of war and peace; and it is (of itself) the great broad highway upon which the world's traffic is transported.

Pure, clear, cold, sparkling, crystal water! It relieves pain, it quenches the fevered thirst, it is life-giving, without it nothing could live, it is the emblem of purity, it cleanses the world. Study it to be wise, drink it to be strong, sing its praises to be free from rum's awful curse.

Water is composed of two gases, oxygen and hydrogen. It contains no poison that intoxicates the brain and causes delirium. It never drives women and children homeless and friendless into the streets. Our prisons are not filled with its victims; it doesn't rob the nation of its manhood; it does not "regulate" our elections by fraud; it never cost the American people two thousand million dollars in one year. Water is innocent of all crime. It is one of God's free gifts, found in all zones; the supply is

world-wide. It was "Adam's ale;" let it be our drink, for the Lord made nothing better.

WOMEN

-George K. Edwards

Women Men's Shadows

FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:

So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men.

WORRY

-Ben Jonson

Don't Trouble Trouble

ON'T you trouble trouble till trouble troubles you. Don't you look for trouble; let trouble look for you, Who feareth hath forsaken the heavenly Father's side; What He hath undertaken He surely will provide.

The very birds reprove thee with all their happy song; The very flowers teach thee that fretting is a wrong. "Cheer up," the sparrow chirpeth; "Thy Father feedeth

me;

Think how much He careth, oh, lonely child, for thee."

"Fear not," the flowers whisper; "since thus He hath

arrayed

The buttercup and daisy, how canst thou be afraid?" Then don't you trouble trouble till trouble troubles you; You'll only double trouble, and trouble others too.

-Mark Guy Pearse

The Town of Don't-You-Worry

THERE'S

HERE'S a town called Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile,

Where the Cheer-up and Be Happy
Blossom sweetly all the while.
Where the Never-Grumble flower
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,

And the Ne'er-Give-Up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.

-Anon.