"How was that, Rastus?"
"Well, suh, Ah dreamed dat Ah wuz in a field of water-melons jes' eh-eatin' widout eitheh knife or spoon, en de juice a drippin' offen my chin in a reg'lah stream!"
Still Going.
The black way and the bright way,
And still we trudge along,
With sunshine o'er each path-way
And life a summer song.
The tear-drop and the heart-ache,
And still we tread the years,
With Love enough for gladness
And Joy enough for tears!
Little Sermons.
When envy enters a man's heart, the devil never gives him any more attention.