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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2431, 20 February 1909, Page 12 (Supplement)

WAR. Troopers riding in the dark. Click of stirrups, saddle’s creak. Onward, flying columns mark Westing sun or dawning streak. (Frozen fingers at the girth. Sun-cracked lips drawn hack in mirtli. Mocking death and women’s worth, Ere tho rifles speak). Cheerless camp at break of day, Horsemen straggling o’er the plain, Gun-teams sticking in the clay, Hand-wheeled out in chilling ram. Cosaack posts and pickets lone, Watching while the trumpets mean. And the horseguard’s endless drone, Count the hours away. Horses saddled ’neath the moon, _ Blankets rolled While coffee hors. Bottles .plenished ’gainst the noon, Ere the dusty column coils Towards the hills where danger bides Sleepless. And each trooper rides Up the broken, rooky sides, Wincing as he toils. Belching "rifles break the spell. Whistling death spurts o'er ground, Wailing bullets, hurtling shell, Shrilling through all keys of sound. (Fingers numbed with cold and fear, Fumbling at the bandolier, Fees hard-set with purpose clear, Searching rock and mound). Darkness ends the scattered tight, Squadrons bivouac m the ram Where they fought, while through the night , ■ Pickets search o’er ad the plain For the dead, who careless lie Underneath the pitying sky Thnt sees through all eternity, Might contend with, right. — l Teulon, in the 'Glasgow Herald.’ the A SERIOUS LOVE SPELL. young lady site in our choir hose hair is the color of ion. But her charm is unique, She has such a fair cliique, is really a joy to bo lioir. honever she looks down the aisle e gives me a beautiful smaislo, And of all her beaux, I am certain she sheaux iat she loves me the best all the whaislo. st Sunday she wore a new snequo, it low at tho front and the bacque, And a lovely bouquet, Worn in such a cute wuet only few girls have the knacque. ;ne day,''ere she grows too antique, marriage her hand I will sique. ;f she’s not a coquette — (Vhicli I’d greatly regruette—e shall share my two sovereigns a wique. A HINT OF LIFE. Don’t loo'k for the flaws as you go through life; And oven when you find them, At is wise and kind to be so men hat blind, , , , . , And look for tho virtues behind them; . , Tor the cloudiest night has a hint of light .... „ Somewhere in the shadows hiding, [t is better by far to hunt for a stai Than the spot ou the sun abiding. world will never adjust itself o suit your whims to the letter;. ie things _ must go wrong your whole life long; . ~ nd the sooner you know it the s fight with the Infinite, nd to go under at last in the wrestle; n wiser man shapes into Gou s good plan, . s the water shapes into a vessel. —-Ella Wheeler Wilcox. There- are in London 1700 to 1800 aritablo institutions and agencies, .pensing funds amounting to more m £10,000,000 annually,