The morn of life has battled down the gloom,
And selfish night yields treasures to the day,
Giving to hung' ring hearts an earth-wide room,
Whose beauties love alone can well portray.
To whom owe we this blest unfolding hour?
Through whom have we this great deliverance gained?
Through whom know Love, the only Power,
Save her whom God through Christ hath well ordained?
We touch our lips to silence when we think
Of all we owe, yet never can repay,
And gratefully we take the cup and drink
The old, yet new-known, Life, and Truth, and Way.
The following advertisement appears in the WashingtonPost: "One hundred dollars reward. In the interest of science I will give one hundred dollars to any one producing a well-authenticated case of Hydrophobia in either man or dog. Irving C. Rosse, M.D., 825 Vermont Avenue, Washington, D. C." There is a growing suspicion among scientific men that hydrophobia as a disease has no existence except in the imagination.— Washington, D. C.
