Museum of Wonders, or Curiosities of the World

A cabinet of curiosities in book form, 1890: monsters of the ancient world, wild animals, queer wanderers in the vasty deep, famous inventions and sublime scenery — assembled to astonish the young and, the preface admits, their elders too.

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"THAT'S AWFUL SORE."

Learn a Little Every Day.

"THAT'S AWFUL SORE."
"THAT'S AWFUL SORE."

ITTLE rills make wider streamlets, Streamlets swell the rivers' flow; Rivers join the mountain billows, Onward, onward, as they go !

Life is made of smallest fragments, Shade and sunshine, work and play; So may we, with greatest profit, Learn a little every day.

T Tiny seeds make plenteous harvests, Drops of rain compose the showers; Seconds make the flying minutes, And the minutes make the hours!

Let us hasten, then, and catch them As they pass us on the way; And with honest, true endeavor, Learn a little every day.

Let us, while we read or study, Cull a flower from every page; Here a line, and there a sentence, 'Gainst the lonely time of age!

At our work or by the way-side, While we ponder, while we play, Let us thus by constant effort Learn a little every day.

By and By.

HERE'S a little mischief-maker That is stealing half our bliss, Sketching pictures in a dreamland 1 That are never seen in this; Dashing from our lips the pleasure Of the present, while we sigh.

You may know this mischief-maker, For his name is "By and By."

He is sitting by our hearth-stones, With his sly, bewitching glance, Whispering of the coming morrow, As the social hours advance ; Loitering 'mid our calm reflections, Hiding forms of beauty nigh- He's a smooth, deceitful fellow, This enchanter, "By and By."

You may know him by his wincing, By his careless, sportive air; By his sly, obtrusive presence, That is straying everywhere; By the trophies that he gathers Where his sombre victims lie; For a bold, determined fellow Is this conqueror, "By and By."

P ،، When the calls of duty haunt us, And the present seems to be All the time that ever mortals Snatch from dark eternity, Then a fairy hand seems painting Pictures on a distant sky; For a cunning little artist Is the fairy, "By and By."

By and By" the wind is singing; 66 By and By" the heart replies; But the phantom, just before us.

Ere we grasp it, ever flies.

List not to the idle charmer, Scorn the very specious lie; Only in the fancy liveth This deceiver, "By and By."

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