Honeysuckle and Roses. 3 1 3 



ills of life in his long journey. His friends upon one 

 occasion, more trying than usual, condoled with him, say- 

 ing that he really had more troubles than other men. 

 "Yes, my friends, that Is too true. I have been sur- 

 rounded by troubles all my life long, but there is a 

 curious thing about them — nine-tenths of them 7iever 

 happened y 



" That is a story with a moral for you. How many of 

 our troubles ever happened ! We dream of ten for 

 every one that comes. One of the Charioteers was 

 ready with a verse to enforce the moral : 

 "When fortune with a smiling face 

 Strews roses on our way, 

 When shall we stop to pick them up ? 



To-day, my love, to-day. 

 But should she frown with face of care, 



And speak of coming sorrow. 

 When shall we grieve, if grieve we must ? 

 To-morrow, love, to-morrow." 



This was received with evident approval, and just as 

 it ended the huge beds of honeysuckle lying on the 

 hedge-rows we were passing, and the wild roses rising 

 above them on long graceful sprays, nodding their 

 heads as if desirous of doing us obeisance, caused one 

 of the ladies to cry out, " Oh, here are the roses on our 

 way just now ! Do let us stop and pluck them to-day, 

 as the poet advises." "Stop, Perry!" Right, sir!" 

 " Steps, Joey ! " " Right, sir ! " — and down we are in a 

 moment gathering the spoils. " Do let the coach drive 



