A day, and you will meet—a night and you will greet!
This is the death of Death, to breathe away a breath
And know the end of strife and taste the deathless life,
And joy without a fear, and smile without a tear,
And work, nor care, nor rest, and find the last the best.
M. D. Babcock.
With Old Wash.
OLD WASH’S LITTLE PREACHER.
The other day I was whistling that coon song: