404 THE END. 



"Question not, but live and labor 



Till yon goal be won, 

 Helping every feeble neighbor, 



Seeking help from none; 

 Life is mostly froth and bubble, 



Two things stand like stone, 

 Kindness in another's trouble, 



Courage in your own." 



In the deepening twilight troops of shadowy 

 forms march down the avenue of memory. They 

 bear thoughts of those we knew. An old friend that 

 was buried last month spoke of it, now we speak of 

 him. In time others will speak of you and I, for, not- 

 withstanding the knowledge acquired by man and the 

 control which he has achieved over the elements, the 

 machine wears out just the same as when "Adam 

 delved and Eve span." Still the old world is not half 

 as bad as many strive to make it, and while like 

 Tennyson's Brook "Men may come and men may 

 go/' you can rest assured that the ponies will go on 

 forever. 



