None less dear if long delayed,
For with gifts of wattle-gold
Shall your country's debt be paid;
From her sunlight's golden store
She shall heal your hurts of war.

Ere the mantling Channel mist
Dim your distant decks and spars,
And your flag that victory kissed
And Valhalla hung with stars--
Crowd and watch our signal fly:
"Gallant hearts, good-bye! _Good-bye_!"

W.H.O.

* * * * *

THE ALIENS IN OUR MIDST.

"But most of the people aboard that car, if they had been
truthfully outspoken, would probably have said, 'Dem's my
sentiments.'"--_Evening Paper_.

* * * * *

"MARK OF CENTENARIAN.

"Mrs. Rachel ----, a former resident of this city, was the guest
of honor at a dinner served yesterday at her son's home in
Wilkinsburg, the occasion being the 92nd anniversary of her birth.