To Make The World A

Just A Wee Cot-the Crickets Chirr-love And The Smiling Face Of Her.

When You Awaken Some Morning And Hear That Somebody Or Other Has Been Discovered, You Can Put It Down As A Fact That He Discovered Himself Years Ago - Since That Time He Has Been Toiling, Working, And Striving To Make Himself Worthy Of General Discovery.

Oh, The World's A Curious Compound, With Its Honey And Its Gall, With Its Cares And Bitter Crosses, But A Good World After All. And A Good God Must Have Made It-leastways, That Is What I Say, When A Hand Is On My Shoulder In A Friendly Sort Of Way.

Think Of Him Still As The Same, I Say, He Is Not Dead, He Is Just - Away.

The Jelly - The Jam And The Marmalade, And The Cherry-and Quince-'preserves' She Made! And The Sweet-sour Pickles Of Peach And Pear, With Cinnamon In 'em, And All Things Rare! And The More We Ate Was The More To Spare, Out To Old Aunt Mary's! Ah!