And singing child-songs with the bee and bird,

Deep in the vineyard's heart, 'neath the open sky—

Wide, wide, and blue, filled with sun-flooded space

And the silent song of the ripening of days!—

Eternal symbol of the bearing earth—

Harvest and vintage.

RUBY ARCHER.

JULY 2.

Whatever you believe when you are alone at night with the little imp of conscience seated on the bedpost and whispering to you what to do, whatever you believe to be best for yourself and best for your city at that time, you do that thing and you won't be far wrong.