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Each of the Four Numbers of “100 Choice Selections” contained
" in this volume is paged separately, and the Index is made to correspond therewith. See EXPLANATION on first page of Contents,
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100 CHOICE SELECTIONS
ALL'S FOR THE BEST.-M. F. TUPPER.
Trouble and sorrow are friends in disguise ;
Courage forever is happy and wise ;
Providence wishes us all to be blest ;
Heaven is gracious, and all's for the best !
Soldier of sadness, or pilgrim of love,
A waywearied swallow, or heart-stricken dove.
Providence tenderly governs the rest,
Wisely and warily,--all's for the best.
Meet all your fears and your foes in the van,
Trust like a child, while you strive like a man.
Providence reigns from the east to the west,
A MINISTER'S QUARTER PAY-DAY.
A rap at his door heard he;
The Society's quarter fee.
Were counted the parson's due,
To victual and clothe and shoe.
The parsonage ne'er displayed
Was about to be promptly paid.
And wriggled like eels in oil ;
By fasting, and tears, and toil.
And out of his pocket took
Crammed into his pocket-book.
Though honey and milk indeed ;
Nor honey enough for need.
The Collector poured it out;
And scattered it all about;
And less from the silver mine;
Alas! for the poor divine.
Which the poor man late had given
Whom he hoped to meet in heaven; Ten dollars was all-not much, I know,
But an order followed the note, With butcher's bill, and a bill or so
For butter and bread, to boot.
The doctor had drawn for his small amount,
The grocer had filed his claim,
Whenever his pay-day came.
The minister stood aghast !
To think he had lived so fast.
As the good man hands them o'er,
And they should have been paid before ;
Which the world can never forget, When a man of ease like a minister,
Is unable to pay a debt.
Three fives and a lusty ten;
And your boys dress up like men.
You'd better just lay aside A little of this for a rainy day
By a walk instead of a ride. “For money is scarce, and the times are hard,
And you, sir, are getting gray, And you may not fare as you here have fared
Should the people turn you away. We've given you here a large support,
And the farmers all complain That the crops this year will be dreadful short
If we don't soon have some rain.
As we have to pay you now,
And the Squire has lost a cow;
And he feels poor this year;”
To drop-for the sheep-a tear!
He gabbled his story through, Then slowly folded his pocket-book,
And looked as if he knew.
He took his hat with a cheerful smile,
Rejoicing in duty done;
At set of December's sun.
And bowed with a smile of grace;
In spite of his smiling face.
Till, amid his griefs and fears,
Then burst in a flood of tears.
His barrel of meal was gone;
What raiment shall we put on?"
How the lilies' garments grow;
Or a lily arrayed for snow ?
In the Parson's heaving breast,
How she, who had done her best,
A dress, and a thicker shawl;
To the glorious Lord of all.
And his blooming children nine;
That harassed the sad divine.
And his wife sewed near his side;
And he to be cheerful tried.
To sleep till the waking morn,
That he wished he had ne'er been born,
With the tears no eye could see But His who once for the thankless groaned
And bled upon Calvary's tree.