THE FAMILY SCRAP BOOK
We have begun this department expecting our readers to make it. It has been suggested by a number of our readers, and there is no department that should be more popular. There are few of us who have not in old scrap books, or elsewhere, something—in prose or poetry—that we cherish; that has become part of our souls. Send them in, thus preserving them and permitting others to enjoy them.
L’ENVOI
When earth’s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest—and, faith, we shall need it—lie down for an aeon or two
Till the Master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy, they shall sit in a golden chair,
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet’s hair;
They shall find real saints to draw them—Magdalene, Peter and Paul—