POETRY
... A . ?? LIFEES PETTY ILLS. N )t in tbo long hard pull up some steop bighway D)o wo most need our courage or our strength; It is the buzzing insects in the by-vway, Tbe tShorm, tho heal, thatwear us out at length. Not for some mighty woo, some awful sorrow, Is our endurance nceded, or our trust; Tbose little ills that ?? to-day, to-nmorrow, Are wh'st drag down our spirits to the dust. Those ...